No Carpenter

Vello and David are at work in the office when a delivery arrives.

Five plywood panels, three ladders, a rope and pulley, and a tin of blue paint for you, says the delivery driver.

What? splutters Vello. You must have the wrong address.

No, this is correct, says the delivery driver, showing him the address on his ipad. Sign here, please.

I will not, says Vello.

Wait, says David. Who ordered these items?

Sweezle, says the delivery driver, peering at the signature. 

Sweezle. We don't know any Sweezle, snaps Vello.

Well, that's not my problem, says the delivery driver.

These will be for the scientific machinery, says David. Sweezus is Sweezle.

Curses, says Vello. There's no room for it here.

Sign here, says the driver. I'm on a tight schedule.

David signs, as there seems no alternative.

Vello is about to call Sweezus.

But it is not necessary. 

Sweezus is coming up the stairs, with Arthur and Pierre-Louis.

Awesome! says Sweezus. Our stuff's here already!

It can't stay here, says Vello. This is a workplace. I've got people coming.

We can work on the stairs, says Sweezus.

Which will prevent access, says Vello. 

Okay, says Sweezus. We'll make the machine somewhere else. Any suggestions?

Gaius's place, says Arthur. He has room.

Sure, says Sweezus. We just have to get the stuff there.

Vello looks at the items. 

Five plywood panels, says Vello. What are they for?

They're for, like, the sides and the bottom, says Sweezus. 

And how will they fit together? asks Vello. 

Nails, says Sweezus. 

You are obviously no carpenter, says Vello. If I were you, I'd have obtained a ready-made box.

Yeah, okay, says Sweezus. But this'll be, like, custom-made, to Lu Ban's instructions.

Thousands of years out of date instructions, Vello.  

Sweezus looks crestfallen.

David is calling his mother, Katherine.

Ring ring.

Mother? 

What is it, dear? 

May we borrow your car?

Of course, dear, as long as you don't mind the funny squeak when you turn on the engine.

Thanks mother.

And remember to fill it with petrol.

Of course, mother.

Come round later this morning.

Not me, mother, I'm working. It'll be Sweezus and Arthur.

How nice, I do like those boys. 

Sweezus and Arthur head off down the stairs, glad to escape from the office.

Pierre-Louis remains, to try out his Peruvian orange joke on Vello and David.

A courageous decision.