— A few minutes ago, in the Forward Path —
Groups 3 and 4 were walking along casually, speaking of random things when one of them told the others he was itching, and the others didn't take him seriously.
"Just scratch it, weirdo!"
"No, I don't scratch itches because that just makes them itch more. When you scratch it removes the first line of dead skin cells exposing the inner skin to the bite of the outside air thus creating an itchy sensation to your senses."
"No, you're lying. I've seen you scratch your balls, Han."
"Pfft ha! Way to expose him!"
"That was brutal. He's never recovering from this, is he?"
"Nope, never!"
"Hahaha!!"
Han's face turned ruddy as he said, "Okay, fine. I want to scratch but it's a bit rude to just do it in public. You guys don't get it..."
"You said it's an itch at an awkward place, right? Where is it?"
"Not telling!"
"Is it your butt?"
"How did you—"
