and Rish:
We are educating the younger!

and Rish:
I took him out of school today. The latter was the designer. Everyone made lamps and fans, and I was just an electronic call on the touch control with the Imperial March on the call. I wanted Buddha’s laughter.

and Rish:
I sink under the table. He continues: And another lie detector. It works like this: Put your finger on the plate.

and Rish:
I fall into hysteria. The brother waited for me to break through on the topic "...and we cut off that finger, and we say that if you don’t tell the truth, we cut off the rest", and continued relentlessly: "Sensory platinum. If you whisper, the finger decreases in size, this is fixed by the machine. Finger shrinking from shame..."

and Rish:
I could not listen physically. I was offended. The third class, the fucking inventor grows.