We sit in the coffee shop, discuss the results of experiments on readers - the research objects lie in front of us on the table.

A small puppy runs from the neighboring table, he looks like he is five years old, but he is already like a hundred (need to fit), so he does not ask, but even demands:

I want to see!

Since he is small, he will not understand the refined mat, so we answer briefly, "Don't, don't interfere, go to your parents," the fool shakes, pulls out of the table one reader and eats! He crashes into an unfortunate waitress and lies! A mouth on the floor, and the reader flies into the wall. Shut up! Screenshots are out! The fool whispers, we rise from behind the table - only to help the waitress get up, and not at all to kick off the fool, as his parents whisper, walking along the "busty" waitress and expressing an opinion about "fools" who "do not let children eat peacefully with their toys."

The pale, trembling daddy swirls five thousand and a couple of thousand onto the table and with the hurricane they and their mommy disappear from the coffee shop - catching up with their small asshole, but forgetting to pay for food...



But if he had just tried to apologize, he would have learned that the reader was already half dead, and it would have been enough for us to buy beer.