WhenRichardandAstonhadlifeproblems,hefollowedmeandKeithintotheroom,asIsaynow,andIopenedmymouthtotellAstonwhyRichardwouldsuddenlyattackhim.Ofcourse,Richard'sspinewentmadwhenItoldAston,butsomewhatunexpectedly,Astondidnothing.Richardwasn'tevenangry,justsmiledandpattedmyfriendonthehead.
"You'refunny,"hesaid.
I'maweirdprom!Thisismurderofyourfeces.
InowknowthetruthastowhyAstonhadwrungmyassdrunkfromdayone,becausehegotKeith'sfingerfromme,sohecametoattackKeith.Ireallywanttotellthem...
Guys,canyoufindawayinsteadofcrumplingtheassoftheworld?Hey,ifImeetanotherUnique,theywon'tcrumpleyourtarget!
GladthatAstonandKeithhadsolvedtheproblem,Keith'stonguewoulddisappearinamatterofdayswhenIwasnolongermaster,whichreassuredmethatevenifImetanalienlikethemagain,Iwouldnotbebittenagain.Infact,evenifitcomesfromtheowner,thereisnoguaranteethatyouknowwhereitcamefromifyouhaveneversmelledit,unlessAstonandKeithhaveknowneachotherforalongtime,sotheywillremembereachother'ssmell.