Chinese Clan “Noodle Power”

Thirty-eight people run out of the house at the same time.
Five chop down trees.
Ten hit rocks.
Seven search for sulfur.
Three are already lost inside their own base.
And one stands by the furnaces, very seriously guarding the noodles.

Twenty minutes later, there isn’t a single tree, rock, or seemingly even a blade of grass left around the base.

I wrote in chat:
— Neighbors, can we live peacefully?

They replied:
— Yes. You live. We farm.

In the morning, I woke up, opened the door—and there was a sign in front of my house:
👿🤬😡😠💢😤