RTRT

Hop, hop, you came along my secret laboratory Spiky, spiky, bloody fangs, hungry for my qi Hold up, mister Right there, mister Sit down, mister How about some retort pouch of curry? Pouch of chili? Pouch of MRE? But you're rather picky Well, I'll make you something else, don't need to show me how Since I'm the mad scientist, proclaimed by myself 广东 or 四川, 江苏 or 湖南 No matter which one you pick, I'll get it done 炸酱面 and 小笼包, 馄饨 and 叉烧 Delivery or takeout won't beat my retort pouch You're loving my retort, I'm loving your retort You're my only retort, you're my only retort 一 一 ・ 一 二 一 ・ 一 二 三 四 五 六 七 一 一 ・ 一 二 一 ・ 一 二 三 四 五 六 七 Crack, crack, you stretch your arms out, asking for a hug Hidden under your talisman is your practiced smile Come here, mister Help me, mister Right here, mister You took up my spoon Stirring curry, stirring chili That's when I've realized we've became family Then he came, a man in black and white He's holding laser guns and 八卦 signs Then he aimed at your slimy skin and pulled the trigger Your head bursts Sh, I'll stitch you back up, don't need to show me how Since I'm the mad scientist, proclaimed by myself I'll give you plastic eyes, and give you nylon hair And I'll make sure I get your talisman repaired Shark fin soup or dim sum, dumpling or Peking duck Nothing I make is gonna bring that charm inside you back But you're still my RTRT, but you're still my RTRT I'm seeking for RTRT, I'm seeking for RTRT