Hello... Billy is it?
That old man trying to sell sausages to everybody told me that was your name.
Yeah that would be Pepin. Word of advice: don't eat his sausages.
I watched you from the beach.
You're always on top of scaffolds, sweating and hammering and just building on and on...
One stone at a time, every time.
Yes well... I like making things with my hands until they are sore.
Why do they get sore?
Well the buildings keep getting bigger and bigger.
That's a lot of stone that needs moving, and I have very small hands.
Why do you keep making things until your hands hurt?
Dunno. No one asked me that before. I guess that's my thing, that's what I do.
Let's do something else then, so you can be someone else!
Let's find the most colourful seashells! Let's blow into them until we hear the sound of the sea!
Maybe that's your thing too!
But... But the Sea Side Street still needs shops, and a boardwalk, and...
And your hands are sore!
Have you ever tried burying a sore hand under the cool soft sand, Billy?
Oh you're in for a treat, Billy my friend.
Take my hand.