That's bad. Wouldn't this be a straight line of course, Fatty? No, no, I exercise, about twice a month. I resent your appetite. There's also remorse. Master Calcirasto repeats the pastries. Is it more fun than talking to me? I don't know if you like it.

Maybe that means I don't have any interesting shards in my statement. Somewhere sad it will snap. We need to watch the talk show and polish ourselves. Let's have a special training today, yeah.

Master Calcirust, who has just tabled the newspaper, asks.

"Is it time to go? You'll be fine with the boulders now."

"No, you know, just now, the..."

"No, I understand"

"Oh, really? That's good."