Cat, cat, cat. Yeah, I already figured that out. The cat made up of three colors is sweet to the calcirust, is it sweet? I'm eating roadgrass again. I can't believe the cat did this to me.

And you're so dim here. Isn't it dangerous? It doesn't seem to have been cleaned properly. The old newspaper may have dropped empty cans. We need to get the cleaners out here in order to make the country better.

"All right, all right."

"Dear Calcirast, it's not good"

"Why is that?

"Cat, shut up"

"No, not really. I didn't say that."

"It's the voice of the mind. Mentally speaking."