Nërp is busy in his workshop and says he must not be disturbed.
He is allegedly making some delicate adjustments to the space-time continuum – before locking himself in he explained to Byron that Planck's Constant needed to be tweaked to avoid a Wormhole appearing in the back garden and swallowing everything up.
Or was it a Black Hole? Byron can't remember for sure, but does clearly remember that 'It sounded horrible!'
It's very quiet in there, so I suspect Nërp is just dozing, or drinking… maybe playing Patience [Solitaire].
Or maybe he just wants some 'Me Time' to relax on his own.
Whatever, he's even stopped Byron from working on his paintings and made him wait outside!
Wilson went round to remonstrate with his brother, perhaps persuade him to paint Plein Air, but B said he 'couldn't contact his muse' while there was any danger of holes in the garden, whether Worm- or Black-.
Wilson banged on the workshop door for some time, but Nërp's only response was total silence.
There isn't a Tinder for robots is there?
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