"SEND US THROUGH!"  tristan began yelling at the poor sceientist, yet again. "i'm sorry sir, we can't do machines yet, i'll start working on it right away though" the scientist told him. "fine, i'm heading ut for a rink" tristan told teh others "chill out here. while tristan began to walk to his usual bar, he remembered it recently burned own, and so he decied to ry out that pother place "last round" or something.