Professor Boggs was a bit puzzled, if it's here, it's here, if it's not, it's not, why do you need to wait for an hour and a half just to appreciate some artworks?
Do you even have to incense and change clothes?
Soon,
the question was answered.
When Professor Boggs, with a cat atop his head and full of suspicion, arrived at the third-floor parlor.
Most of the related people were already gathered.
The sound of a power drill bolting into the wall support came from the room, and a worker clad in a uniform from the largest appliance chain store in Queenstown was nailing a black aluminum TV bracket onto the living room wall.
"What are they doing? Renovating."
Professor Boggs tugged at his beard, unsure of what exactly was going on.
