...so I hired him, the pipe-kid. Why not? He's better than I, and he's used to working for nothing. I know he's good because he crosses his eyes and makes a kissy-face while he's shaping. And he hasn't burned a fingernail yet. Thing is, he'll just sit there forever, buzzing away, but it's me who has to stand up after. And he's slower. Should have known: you get what you pay for.