Gaius is already up.
What's for breakfast? Not much.
Half a cold burger and several cold chips wrapped in paper.
He puts on the kettle.
Wittgenstein wakes up.
Ughh! says Wittgenstein. I slept badly.
As did I, says Gaius. I dreamed of tomatoes.
Sweezus rolls over onto a frog.
Aiee! shouts Quiet-Tartus. Remember my headache!
Shit, sorry, says Sweezus. I was dreaming of flies.
Ha ha, says Terence. Were they French flies?
Yeah, they were, says Sweezus. Long and greasy.
Seems we all had bad dreams, says Gaius. Except Arthur. Look at him sleeping like an innocent.
Sweezus kicks Arthur. Wake up, bro! Breakfast!
There is no breakfast, says Gaius. Unless you want these.
He indicates the half burger and shakes several stiff chips from the paper.
No way, says Sweezus. Hey, aren't we going to a fruit and veg shop this morning?
Indeed we are, says Gaius. We'll delay breakfast.
Must we all go? asks Wittgenstein.
Not necessarily, says Gaius. We need pennyroyal as well. You could save us some time by visiting the plant nursery in south Grafton. Take Unhappy with you. Once you have purchased the plant, take two cuttings and place one behind each of his ears.
Woof! says Unhappy.
You'll look stupid, says Terence.
But Unhappy does not think he'll look stupid. He will look like Julius Caesar, or someone like that.
Come, Unhappy, says Wittgenstein, glad of a mission, and not yet having thought about dog hairs contaminating the seats of the Mazda.
He and Unhappy set off for the plant nursery.
How is your headache this morning? asks Wittgenstein.
Bad! says Unhappy. Terence told dog and frog jokes all night.
That should have taken your mind off your headache, says Wittgenstein.
They were not straightforward, says Unhappy.
How would you like a philosophy joke? asks Wittgenstein.
I won't know till I hear it, says Unhappy.
What do you get when you mix philosophy with mathematics? asks Wittgenstein.
What? asks Unhappy.
A subject called 'root two success' says Wittgenstein.
That's very good, says Unhappy.
It is unclear whether he has understood it.
Wittgenstein does not pursue it.
He has noticed the back of the seat Unhappy is sitting on is covered in dog hairs.
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