Thieves are everywhere.

We have to get away from all of these thieves!

So we hop in the car.

And head for the sea.

And we murder some grasshoppers.

Flower catches no fish.

Fred and Serge catches no fish.

Ale catches no fish.

Sigma catches no fish.

We celebrate things.

Such as myself turning old.

With a big platter of dead sea insects.

And cheese and cheese pie.

And hats.

And hats.

Then we drink porto.

And fall asleep with guitars.

And be old.