Double-core processors work like this!
"Wayne, today I received some important intelligence."
"What intelligence? Is it related to the traitors from the Magic Department?" Wayne perked up, instantly wide awake.
"Watch the play, we'll talk after it's finished."
"..."
Hey, you old hag, believe I can punch your mask to pieces?
Wayne grumbled under his breath, and Philomena, with a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, said, "The Prince's revenge, taking back everything he lost, doesn't this scene look familiar to you?"
Wayne didn't understand what the other party was talking about and nodded perfunctorily, whatever you say, it must be right if you have big breasts.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, the long musical ended, and Wayne numbly followed Philomena out.
A crude man like him, with limited appreciation for the arts, couldn't enjoy such highbrow, useless literary fluff.