Neil looked left and right. This was getting more and more peculiar. Students who wore blue were filling this table, and he was wearing yellow. Was this some conspit or something? This word he heard his parents say quite a lot. Yes. Conspitirity.

This was happening.

Out of the blue, a boy turned to him and spoke. Neil stared at the boy's nose for a few second, simply mesmerized by how it wiggled as he spoke. Peculiar.

"Plumbers? Uhm. Well, plumbers, I think are the back-bone of the society. Without them, people will be live as if they were animals."

Safe reply. That's what his father would always say. Give a safe reply.