I observed a somewhat interesting picture here: in the reception room of a big boss sits quite a young middle-class boss with papers. I see he is worried. Turn the pen. Then he starts turning it off, thinking of something his own. Soon in the clicks of the pen, I catch a familiar rhythm. Something kind, sweet, from childhood. Fuck what is that?
<xxx>Thanks to you!
<xxx>"We are not miserable bugs - super ninja turtles!"
<xxx> Oh God, how old I am!