Forget About Gravity

Gaius is packing.

Pencils, notebook, Swiss army knife, a withered apple.

Humboldt is already packed.

Sweezus and Arthur have nothing to pack now the Croc flip flops have been got rid of.

They have headed outside.

Watch out for broken glass, says Sweezus.

It's all in the tree, says Arthur.

You forgot about gravity, says Sweezus.

As if to remind Arthur about gravity, a shard of green glass falls, narrowly missing his head.

Yeah, see, says Sweezus.

There is still quite a lot in the tree.

Like it? asks Arthur. Took us all night to do it.

Yeah I like it, says Sweezus. But we should probably remove it. It might fall on someone. Or get stepped on.

Look out! says Arthur, as Sweezus nearly steps on the piece that narrowly missed Arthur's head just a few seconds earlier.

Thus things are connected. And even Arthur has a conscience, and some degree of forethought.

What if Sweezus had been injured?

He starts picking up broken glass, with his bare fingers.

(Fear not. Arthur leads a charmed life).

Sweezus has gone inside to find something to wrap the glass in.

He finds nothing.

He contemplates the plum box.

For a short time his ears are quite near it.

So he overhears a conversation which he should not be hearing, since Team Crustacean and Team Condor are rivals.

Kobo: What are WE then?

Pinky: Yes, if HE is a sprinter. Are WE a  sprinter?

Ageless: No you are not a sprinter. What do you think, Blue Claw?

Blue Claw: I don't see how they can even RIDE a bicycle, frankly.

Kobo: We have that sorted, don't worry. I will be inside Pinky. It's a tight fit. Her legs will be full of air. They'll go like pistons.

Pinky: Ooh!

Ageless: Crik,,,,crik,,,,

Blue Claw: I see. May I suggest something?

Kobo: Go ahead. Ageless has become over excited at the mention of pistons.

Ageless: Splutter!

Kobo: Ach!

Blue Claw: You would make a good domestique.

Pinky: What's a domestique? It sounds like a servant.

Blue Claw: It's the French term for a servant.

Pinky: Oh. Does that make it better?

Blue Claw: Yes. These are French racing terms, used by everyone. I am a sprinteur, while Ageless is a rouleur.

Pinky: A ruler ! How funny!

Kobo: It means an all rounder. But I see him more as a puncheur. He is good in short bursts.

Ageless: Beloved!

Sweezus moves away from the plum box. These are team secrets.

He goes back outside. Arthur's hands are bleeding.

So much for Arthur's charmed life.