Hunting a trace to the public pools followed by a dozen of skaters they drag me down, and they pull me through and now I think I need a reanimator Recovering fast I continue my way open the door of the building " It's closing today ", says the man in white I turn around maybe they're filming Slightly despaired as I kiss him goodbye " Sorry Boy, but I should be leaving. Before I treat you the skating kind I cast a spell and turn you into a beagle!" Ain't loosing hope, there's still a chance beaching the local lido I see 4oo grannys are drifting by over an aerea of 5 square meters I feel treatment over me This kind of treatment And this is the end and so we go...