I don't see Lasawani around the studio for hours, so I return to where I was lounging before.
Just as I sit down, I notice SamsaraCream and ThePervySage heading in my direction. They stop in front of me and take a seat.
The old man is sucking on a milkshake through a straw while SamsaraCream holds a half-burnt cigarette in his hand.
I bow respectfully to the old man.
"Hoho, you don't have to be so humble. We should be the ones apologizing for intruding on your privacy," PervySage says, waving his hands dismissively while he continues aggressively sucking on the extra-large cup of milkshake. The thing probably holds about a liter.
"No, this is public property. There's no need to apologize. You and SamsaraCream probably came here to relax too."
"Hey, Jacob, if we're alone like this, you don't need to be so formal. Just call me by my name—Beluba Grondok. This old geezer is Ramon Roku," SamsaraCream says, puffing out a cloud of smoke.
