We hardly placed out bottoms onto the chairs, Michael had allready managed a disaster. He had poured the miso soup allover the table, his plate, his legs and the floor. Here begins the cleaning action, accompanied by his curses.

"God curse my blood! Why did this have to happen to me? Why wasn't it Igor, as it usually is the case? Look at my bloody throusers! Totally ruined! Damn!"

His Lady helps him without hesitation. Now they both clean the surroundings making the table look like bloody hell, after so much has been put into decorating it.

Katja's hands are cleaning up the mess made by her consort on the floor.

"Michael, this is really unbelievable! How can you be such pig? If you think someone has gained appetite from your bloody performance, you are bloody wrong! I don't believe it!"

"I am sorry. I really am. I have no idea what has hapened, everything went so fast... I couldn't quite follow. Usually it is Igor's job, but somehow he has managed to have me do it tonight... sorry... sorry."