I go from work. In the courtyard, the boys, aged 10 years, play some kind of war with swords, shields, etc.
Suddenly, one goes back and screams:
– Oh! I have a pharmacy!
He gets a blister from some pills (empty) out of his pocket and pretends to eat a pill out of it.
Then a loud scream (so that everyone can hear it):
It is all! I have a full life! I have a pharmacy! I am immortal!