[ Juudai, who had turned to face the opposite direction, examining the cucumbers, stiffens. That script, which he had buried at the bottom of the trash can? Kaiser found it? For another minute, he turns one single cucumber over and over, scrutinizing it for microscopic flaws, until he finally sets it down and picks up another one. ]


It wasn't me. [ Juudai is aware that this is a variant of the same argument he has been using for two weeks now, and one that Kaiser is sick of hearing. ] I mean - it was like. I couldn't have pulled it off. Not convincingly. I don't know who he's got writing them.

[ Juudai taps a rhythm with the short, thin cucumber against his palm like a drumstick, lost in thought. ]