Cyril needed training, this was a fact. He was weak, very weak and was hungry for any chance of power he could get. He was even desperate enough to find 3 pornographic magazines for an old man who claimed he could teach him. Cyril was at Kame House and had just finished a rather awkward conversation with the old man. "I'll begin looking right away!" Cyril said, glad to put an end to this odd conversation. Cyril searched high and low and found some pretty odd stuff, most of which he cared not to say and would rather forget the whole episode. Eventually he found one magazine Cyril glimpsed at the cover and immediately wished he hadn't. This old man sure had some odd tastes. Cyril put it on a coffee table and looked for the rest. After several hours of searching he couldn't find the other two. Cyril paused and tried to think where an old man would have magazines of this nature.....then he realized that was rather fruitless and began thinking of where he had not yet looked. Under the bed! Of course why had he not thought of this before. Cyril walked into Roshi's room and looked under it and sure enough found the magazine, along with other more disturbing items of the same nature. He tossed this one on the coffee table as well and wondered where the other one was. Cyril looked at the clock. Amazing, he had spent almost 5 hours looked for magazines. Cyril sighed and went back to looking.
Cyril snorted in frustration he had spent all day looking for damned pornography magazines! And so close to finishing his task, he was completely clueless as to where the third might be. Cyril went to collect the 2 magazines he had found and to his utter amazement and rage, the third was under a little clutter on the coffee table. How had he missed that?! Cyril went to find Roshi, glad to be done with this infuriating task.
Cyril handed over the magazines to Mr. Roshi who accepted them shamelessly “Thanks guy! I suppose I should keep my end of the deal and train you now."
Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me
There lie they and here lie we
Under the spreading chest nut tree - 1984, George Orwell