Because of the universe began problems with sleep.
Now in the morning I work on a clean machine.
I wake up and go to the kitchen where my father is eating breakfast.
I open the refrigerator and take an orange (which was always on the bottom shelf) I sit down at the table and start cleaning.
A: Is my son okay?
I:Pap, let me clean up the orange and eat it, and then immediately go to the universe.
The feeder gently takes the fruit from my hands, and insightfully asks:
Do you have to clean tomatoes?