This is like one of those management questions, says Unni.
And I could resolve it, says Arthur, except I'm the sticking point.
Has anyone done a management course? asks Unni.
Of course neither Gaius nor Schopenhauer has done a management course.
Well, dad has, says Unni. And this is how he would resolve it.
She takes Arthur's bottle and pours the water onto the pavement. Then she tips the CSIRO water into the bottle.
What sort of management course did he do? asks Arthur.
Organizational Management in Christian Leadership, says Unni.
You owe me a water, says Arthur.
No, I don't, says Unni. You nicked it.
Gaius and Schopenhauer purport to look shocked.
Oi! shouts Captain Goose. We're just sitting here now with no water!
Blessed are the meek, says Unni, nastily.
Doesn't that sentiment contradict your interpretation of Christian Leadership? asks Schopenhauer.
No, snaps Unni. Give me that cup.
She upturns the cup, and the barnacles drop onto the pavement.
She picks them up, and forces first Captain Goose, then Captain Wally, into the bottle, and screws down the top.
So it's resolved, but rather unpleasantly.
Perhaps we should blame Pastor Moon.
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