>>149703111
You're in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see Antnony Volpe, he’s crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip him over on its back. He lays on his back, his belly baking in the hot sun, beating his legs trying to turn himself over, but he can't, not without your help. But you're not helping. Why is that?
