Gostaphia Stepmunister snarled at his pupil:

‘Speak up you fool, why did the rocket fail?’

‘It’s like complicated, and stuff, I guess, ‘ mumbled Flod.

‘It’s ‘like complicated!’ Is that an answer?’

‘Erm, Honk Balonk was overseeing it’.

‘So it was Honk’s fault?’

‘I dunno, like, Outer Space is big …and stuff.’

Gostaphia Stepmunister smiled.

‘Excellent work Flod’, he said, ‘you haven’t answered a single question, I have a feeling you will do well in politics.’