How much are you going to attack boars, stubborn man, at all? I'm sick of this.

Well, let me talk to you two until you feel better. I take my smartphone out of my pocket.

Um, nothing, something boring. The sky is blue and clear and graceful everywhere. Classy beauty.

People are sparse around here. Sounds like a less dense neighborhood. Either way.

"Dear Calsilast, Mr. Maricana is messing with your smartphone. It's a sign that you're underestimating Master Calcirust."