I live in a dormitory. I decided one evening to eat something sweet, the good thing we have a buffet on the first floor. I go down to the buffet and it’s closed. Well, fig with him, I go back, and a girl of giant volumes descends on the stairs to meet me and recount the little things in the palm. Passing by, he thought to help, and shouted down, “The buffet is closed.” In response to “Have you choked?”