"You shouldn't, you shouldn't. We have to run into each other head-on for difficulties."

"But it is."

"There are no deer or snakes. I insist, let's go."

No, why, why not?

I sighed down on the bench. Ali is carrying breadcrumbs. I wonder if it's a bad day. I'm getting so sick and tired of it.

"Oh, not Master Calci Rust?

"This is, Mr. Mayria."

It's a pain in the ass. No way. What is a bee on the crying side here. We're expecting a rough rollout.