Yoy can barely coax these fallow field wheat stalks to produce. Yes, yes. Their field got a rest. But I need a loaf of bread now. Now. Now. Made by hand. By the strong hand of a Uki.
And it’s not happening. Sorry everyone. Show is over. The court jester is back from the dungeon. He’s not laughing. Must be better punishments for someone who must stay jolly.