We were chilling, having a proper chat next to an oak tree. But nearby Tito Hipo was smacking a stick against a rock, and right beside him Don Bostezo was scratching his belly.

We tell him, “Hipo, mate, can you stop already?”. And he goes, “No chance, I don’t stop for anything. I jump in and interrupt with style, that’s literally my job”. We got a bit thrown off and asked Don Bostezo if that seemed normal to him. But he just goes, “Uuuuh... let him do whatever, I’m sooooo not bothered, duuudes....”.

Magikito moral: when your body throws you a sudden stop, it’s not trying to annoy you, it’s trying to get you breathing like a person again, not like a rushed coffee machine.