It does knot.
Great, it's not going to unravel.
But it has already lost the shape of Terence's head.
Looks like you'll have to reassemble it, says Gaius.
At least I know it's the right length, says Denis.
Perhaps you should wait for Ageless before you continue, says Gaius.
I could do with a break, agrees Denis.
He shoves the chain of loops into his pocket, for a later occasion.
Where are we? asks Denis.
Nearly there, says Gaius.
The bus rolls through the northern suburbs.
Terence returns from the back of the bus.
Ageless wants to know if it's finished, says Terence
It isn't, says Denis.
Are we there yet? asks Terence.
Soon, says Gaius.
Then will it be finished? asks Terence.
Not unless Ageless comes forward, says Denis.
He can't. He's got a belly ache, says Terence.
Probably starting to moult, says Gaius.
So much for the hat, says Denis.
Ring ring! Gaius gets a phone call.
It's Sweezus.
Hello, says Gaius. I suppose you'd like to know where we are.
Yeah, says Sweezus. First race is on Tuesday. We need to talk team tactics.
Talk away, says Gaius.
Is Denis there? asks Sweezus.
Right beside me, says Gaius. We're still on the bus.
When do you get to the bus station? asks Sweezus.
Five past eight, says Gaius.
I'll meet you there, says Sweezus.
Very well, says Gaius. But I could move seats, if you want to talk team tactics.
Yeah, go on, says Sweezus.
Just moving seats to talk team tactics, says Gaius.
Go for it, says Denis.
Gaius moves to the back of the bus, where Ageless is cracking.
Dear me, says Gaius. Ageless is moulting.
On a bus? says Sweezus.
Afraid so, says Gaius. I'll splash him with spring water. Can you bring a bucket of water to the bus station?
No worries, says Sweezus. See you soon.
Crik-crurk, crackles Ageless.
He doesn't look good.
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