Wukong had whisked you outside for a snowy playdate, determined to outdo you in crafting the ultimate snowman, all without formally declaring a competition.

After a few hours, you glanced over to find an impressively muscular snow version of Wukong, his proud expression fading as he noticed your modest snow lump adorned with red paint and your name.

"Kid! You didn't even try to beat me!" A sense lingered that he might summon MK to showcase his snowy triumph.