"Alright Durswith, how are tricks pal?"
"Ney bad, ney bad."
"Seen Zaza?"
"Yeah, he was knocking about the other night I think."
"Fair play, it's dastardly out there tonight, crackling thunder and a bit of rain, did you manage to finish that storyboard?"
"Nearly, got a few more to complete, but you know le drill, will just have to mission it."
Durswith and Akt sat down and talked a little more, meanwhile, Zaza prospered on his market stall, he sold out of everything. Zaza was a master salesman, he was apprenticed by the older members of his family. It was appropriate for Zaza to sell out because his brother did the same before him -- his father had sold out often until he began to lose his speed around the stall. The market square matched Zaza's hair, all perpendicular and segemented -- his hair was square but Zaza was not, he couldn't be: he was looking for an office job.
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