Here I will put a tomato.
Here a dog-end.
Is that right?
Such were my first thoughts.
But soon I noticed how the open file had seduced the surprised-looking dude into engaging in an easy and precocious poke.
Once this had fallen into place I heard the skier on the right saying to the dude – “Look, don’t do it, that’s not the way to brain up. Listen to me, I’m in headhunting and …” He went on to offer the dude a rewarding role in the world of slab manufacture.
At this point the dude really had to take cognisance of the other voice – the lizard on the left, who’d just moored his cabin-cruiser at the bay (out of picture), said “even with flexi-time the world of slabs must be hard and soul destroying; climb on board with me and we shall go line dancing.”
It’s not difficult to work out which choice the dude should make – and which he most probably won’t.