While Rosie lingers in Heaven, biologist Pardek is standing in line in the butcher's shop.
Today he is very peeved - his restless wen is more than ever on the rampage. He has discovered that if he consumes a large quantity of mutton the wen always calms down, as if it had been fed and was digesting peacefully. But now he hasn't eaten any mutton for two days in a row and the wen has gone berserk. It moves across his face so quickly he has no time to control it's motion with his fingers and he keeps slapping his face as he were trying to catch a hungry mosquito. It is really a drag - two ladies in the queue behind him line stare at him with bulging eyes, lips pursed in spasms of revulsion, and the shop assistant doesn't want to serve him and prefers to shove a third year apprentice in front of her to attend to the task.
"What would you like to buy?" Asks the apprentice and gapes at the biologist.
"Fuck," whispers Pardek and swats at the tiresome wen crossing his nose. "No, I don't wanna buy anything. I have something to sell. Say, would you be interested?"