Death Under The Chapel

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Shon Mondo I think daydreaming.

I think it's been lovely having tea in this old garden but after all you're supposed to go to that faculty reception tonight. Right. Mind me on. You've got me to buy a census I was begging to come.

I'm not sure I care to. I could have finished a place and might ever become a professor. What paper is it anyway? Look what's up. Young Bobby Staines. The student here. Let's see what it says.

Made to then philosophy, he would have graduated with highest honors in two days. He was found mind-dead in his room this morning. Oh! What is it saying? Why is it? Enough to note behind him, but the authorities have suppressed it.

I wonder why he wants to take his own life. So you can't just not go. Possibly we'll find the answer to that question. Very well, I mean, Bragg. Well, what is President-President Plink? What is here to see?

Hey, what of it? Well, he looks very severe, sir. I hope he doesn't blame the philosophy department for the identity of young spent. It is not that Saturday. It is the magical conclusion of my teaching.

Professor Klima, I'm structuring your department and of course no one can deny the truth of your philosophy. But aren't you afraid of what? Well, if the nature of your teaching became low-high, You annoy me.

Now, Anton here never does. See how quickly Anton understands? And when would he in that hurry? Yes. Come in, sir.