Nel was walking to soccer practice. He'd just finished school, and was tired as if he'd climbed a mountain. Nel squinted.

"..."

"What are you staring at hmm?"

"..."

"Hmm?"

"What are you... doing?" questioned Nel.

"What I am doing is something that, despite the fact you've rudely made it into your business, ought to be none of your's."

"..."

"Will you stop staring at me like that as if I'm trying to get a robotic foot to kick fruit into innocent bystanders for entertainment!"

"So... That's what you're doing..."

"Zarnn... I really messed up there, didn't I?"

Nel slowly walked away. He didn't want to deal with tiny, crazy men seemingly made of mechanical tools and instruments that wear intricate hats made for storing buckets of fruit on their heads right now...

Unfortunately for Nel, soccer practice was going to get very colourful, squishy, and edible.