Man. It’s too hot to talk. Volkner reclines back in his chair and crosses his legs up on the table. “Are you having fun,“ he says nonchalantly, flipping through a magazine full of new CD releases. “Be sure to put that CD up on the right corner of the top shelf. Between the X and the Y’s.”
Yeah, boss-san was kinda an asshole. Can’t you see he is too short for that? Sigh. Conan placed the CDs on the table and climbed on top of it. Then he sat down to lean in to Volkner, tap him on the head and then ruffle his hair. Hey. Pay attention to me.
“I can’t reach it. You do it for me.”
