This further validated his theory of "one person, two legs." How could a watermelon vine grow gourds?
They were truly a match made in heaven.
Sir Skidgin, who had just been scolded harshly, respectfully bent down, picked up the fan that had fallen on the ground, and offered it with both hands.
"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! Beautiful Miss Marie!"
His face, full of excess flesh, bloomed into a flattering chrysanthemum, and the speed at which it changed expressions left even Mr. Newcastle, who sold fire extinguishers, in awe. It was faster than the Roxey Rifle.
"... We are investigating those who don't understand the rules, worried that the vulgar content would taint your eyes. But a refined lady and gentleman like you certainly possess the ability to discern right from wrong... You two will surely understand the elegance behind the art."
He turned around and yelled at the guards who were still pretending to be blind.
