Chapter 92. As you, a human-shaped pork belly, also have dreams?

Inside a decent-looking recording studio, a stand-up comedian is performing on stage.

There are over a hundred audience members below, all amused by the comedian's performance. Behind the curtains on both sides of the stage, a man in casual attire is waiting alone. His sturdy arms filled out the black and white striped shirt he was wearing, which didn't quite match the notebook he was holding.

The man is Ethan, and he is repeatedly rehearsing the lines for his speech written in the small notebook in his hand. At that moment, the boss of the talk show program approached him. "Ethan, if no one laughs today..."

"Boss, then you might as well dismiss all the performers behind me! I probably won't be able to leave the stage today. The audience will demand an encore until they're exhausted!" Ethan spoke with full confidence, waving the small notebook in his hand, then turned to look at the performers on stage, who had just taken their bows.

"Boss, I won't say an