I work as a seller of paints in the TC, but by feelings in the house of Cook. Three girls came to me, judging all the designers. I saw these virgins endowed in my hands, a clever device, called a spectrometer, so that the colours could be picked more conveniently. And they were so impressed that it led to such a dialogue.
A: What a useful thing you have. Give it to us.
I: What to be?
D: It is vital to us. A. You are not a man. What are you worth?
I: It is worth a thousand euros.
D: Well what is it. And for that, we will dance for you.
My eyes stopped shaking the next morning. But the feeling of being visited by Tzinc does not leave me to this day.