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The mouth eats haute cuisine by himself, hunched over English literature and inking his thoughts. Nearby, two brains are playing tiles; one is humanity in its most puzzled state. On the other side of the restaurant business, the proletariat drops the world's water supply to the Earth. Four hands rush to remedy the chaos. The bourgeoisie offers them the paper industry.
Time passes. In the drops by the Hondas and Fords, with a mass of other bodies, he discusses art in the Northwest. Two wheels weave amidst the fours, seemingly at random. Soon, there will be novelty.