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Write an outline for the next script.

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By the way, someone asked me in the last chapter that the team name was not clear.

It's like this, because it takes up about a thousand words, it's hard to avoid the suspicion of cheating money if I put these things in a paid chapter, so I took a screenshot. Since it's not clear, I'll put it here.

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New team name:

Well, let's try to see how many words we need to say. Wait a minute, it seems that the recording has started. Damn! How did Adam's crappy card open without us noticing? Hum... Damn, that means all the nonsense you just said was recorded? Well, strictly speaking, what we have said so far are the team names. Li... Don't call the name, Miss 2B! You are so stupid! Didn't you already call the name! I'm talking about 2B, not idiot! Li... Don't hit him! His cultists are still here! Boom! After we go back, let's find a chance to strip Adam's grandson naked and hang him on the street lamp, right? His crappy card has made it impossible for us to come up with normal names. Hum, okay. Ah, let's think about it now... Since it's been so long, let's just treat it as a name... Hum, it doesn't matter, it doesn't prevent me from treating "Germa Mechanical Cult" as our real name. By the way, I heard from Lao Wei that your robots can mate? Oh, hey! This bastard wants to see mating, who's going to perform one! Mating for the leader! Wait, let me see how long it takes to finish recording the name... It's not good to record the mating sound, right? Li... Wait, can't call the name... Old, ah, no, pay attention to the impact... ah? Old... ah... ah? Puff puff puff puff puff~! The one with the surname Ma! # ￥ x-on:&*#x-on:& # ! Don't hit the leader! Stop it, the robots are mating! Hey ha hey ha hey ha - hey ha hey ha hey ha hey ha hey ha - hey ha hey ha hey ha hey ha hey ha - hey ha hey ha hey ha hey ha - mating is over. My dear leader, what kind of shit did you show me? I want to take you down from upstairs. Hum... believers... go back and practice hard. Now, announce, the leader's new, notice, believers, the next step of evolution practice is, mating! Ah, there's still one minute of recording time, old Ma, how about you let them have a group P? You damn priest, they are still children! You two should be serious... Miss 2B, what do you think is serious? It's just... After all, we are here with the "Endless Corridor" sign, ah, no... We are here to participate in the competition, or a little... Let me think about the word, um, yes, a little bit of culture... Hey, damn priest, do you have a serious culture? Serious culture... Wait a minute... I remember I brought a pair of clappers. What are you going to do? Can Alvin and the Chipmunks play? Huh, yes. Let's play a piece? Huh, I won't lose to you. The End of the Corridor: Are you sick! Leader. I, I can play the guitar... Ha, Lao Ma, you cults are quite comprehensive. Strange... I didn't remember you had artistic cells. It's like this, leader. My father and mother were both robots who had no money to repair parts. My father died early, and my mother sent me to the art academy so that I could live a good life... However, in our world, there is an insurmountable gap between nobles and commoners... So my mother, my mother... She could only be an experimental subject for evil scientists! Woo! Priest, the art of that world seems to have something to do with you... Hush, don't talk, I'm recording materials. When I found my mother, she left me a sum of money, and my mother commissioned scientists to turn herself into a guitar to encourage me... I play my mother every day... My mother accompanies me every day... I play my mother, and my mother accompanies me every day... Hahaha, ha, ha, ha. I feel a little pitiful. Hum... Who of you can check its background... That... Old Ma, this guy seems to have taken out a guitar... You should keep it... Let's finish it quickly... Uh... Master, I am willing to dedicate my mother to you, do you want my mother? Do you want my mother? Do you want my mother? Do you want my mother? Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Yes, yes! Stop talking! I can't even ask for your mom! Oh, by the way... Master, can you grant me another wish? You, you said... Please make me into a drum, and resound through the sky with my mom. Please make me into a drum, and resound through the sky with my mom. What did you teach in your world? It's all your fault... What the hell? When I was in school, the teacher said that our supreme leader had experienced... In our world, there was no art before, and it was the leader's experience that led to the emergence of art. Originally, the later development of the world of "NieR" should be the philosophy led by Pascal, which allowed mechanical life forms to enter the evolution of "thinking". I don't understand, what we experienced was the Renaissance. The leader taught us what art is. Art will have a kind of beauty that hits the soul directly, at least a strong, inexplicable, and can stimulate many instinctive feelings and resonances. What we lack is the ability to use emotions reasonably, so art has been brought to the forefront of evolution, and emotional needs have become the future driving force of our development. The opposite is the rationalism of the leader. Is my church rational? Because you are rational enough. Because the "mechanical cult" plays science... But in fact, art is also a kind of rationality. If you look at art as a job, you will find that it is the same as doing math problems... The ultimate of art is philosophy, the weapon of philosophy is rationality, and the source of art is sensibility, so I think it should be merged and integrated. You, who play with Piyanzi every day, don't insert this topic. Hum, have you heard of Chrysanthemum Three Variations? I got it wrong... I believe that if I can use the "artistic" way to combine with the leader's instructions, my mother should hear my voice. It feels wrong... Where did your leader come from? Mind and eyes.

Mind's eye? Ah...ah! Are you the only one who doesn't know? I thought he knew...not that he didn't know. Actually, I thought about this, but after getting the exact answer, I was still a little surprised at how powerful I was. To be honest, I can't think of how I influenced Mind's eye at that time. I remember that the last time I saw it was when I kicked it in the ass...The brain of a mechanical lifeform grows on its ass? Why are you looking at me? You are a proctologist, who should I look at if not you? Theoretically, the rectum cannot hold a soul. Then why do gay men have to walk on dry land? Isn't it for the collision of souls? Where else to walk? Belly button? That's a muddy road. Why is the belly button a muddy road? Didn't you pick the mud in your belly button when you were a child? In fact, picking it randomly will cause...Don't change the subject, let's talk about the back garden and the soul. Stop talking...Be careful of the impact, now we are talking about the team name. Also, it's time for our recording. Master...Can you fulfill my dream? Let me become a drum kit...Your dream is just to play a beautiful concert with a guitar made of your mother, right? Come and entrust us.