Matcha lay on the massage chair with his paws facing upwards, his half closed eyes drooping down and his face depressed.
"Oh…" Matcha moaned and said, "My runes!"
Milk Tea came over with a towel and put it carefully on Matcha's head. He said with concern, "Brother Matcha, don't be sad. You'll get sick with grief!"
Latte sat by the side munching canned salmon and looked occasionally at Matcha as he said, "You've got to be happy as a cat. The runes will not come back even if you're upset. Shall I open another can of salmon for you?"
"Get lost!" Matcha threw his towel at Latte and shouted, "You don't know how sad and upset I am! All 15 sets of runes were lost! Do you know how many days and nights I played to obtain the 15 sets of runes?"
Matcha covered his chest and trembled violently.
"Brother Matcha!"
"Matcha, how're you feeling?"
"Sir George, you have to brace yourself!"
