Squint-Eye sat down silently in the place Orel pointed for him. It was not his place but this way he sat right opposite his master.

"Well, talk," Orel said unkindly. "What have you done?"

Squint-Eye didn't look at anyone and kept silent.

"Listen, Bert, don't get on my nerves! Look here and stop making this dumb face!"

Squint-Eye looked at Orel obediently with his only eye; it was void of any expression.

"He's drugged up to his ears!" Lis said.

"Why are you so moody, Squint-Eye?" Tol asked; he stopped digging with a fork in his teeth and spat on the floor.

"Shit, don't spit on the carpet, it's not stables here!" Orel exclaimed.

"Fuck off, Tol," Squint-Eye said and laughed.

"Whom are you telling to fuck off?" Tol got up.

Squint-Eye leaned back against the back of the chair; his shoulders shook in laughter.

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