See, Billy, I don't keep everything in my pad...
like some kind of dragon sleeping on a hoard of gold coins!
What? Oh, no one in the Happy Street thought...
that's what you were doing every night while we others slept, Pepin.
Nope. No one. Totally.
I read the gossip in the Chronicler.
errr... you have a pad?
Never seen it, did you build it yourself?
Where is it?
Oh wouldn't you like to know!
One day I'll invite you for a pint of fizzy apple juice there.
But not yet, it's not ready ^_^
But for now, kid, I know just the place to share that pint.
A green one!