Trurl says: “Klapaucius! Yes, we did quarrel!”, answered Trurl, snapping to attention at that growl in spite of himself.

Master says: “Of course.

Master says: And instead of sitting down and talking the problem over with him, pigheaded and proud as you are, and incredibly stupid to boot,

Master says: you sneak out at night and pester the weary corpse of your old master.

Master says: All right, peabrain, now that you’re here, out with it!”