Aaaaah, at home at last. Home sweatty home, as they say.
Well indoor he notices that Jeff is still sitting sweating over the bookkeeping. Nothing has moved or changed in all the time Mortimor have been exploring, especially the air. He drops his backpack and opens all the windows.
What are you doing now?
I need some oxygen.
It takes a lot of oxygen to be a boheme, I see. You look like you have been through darkest Africa on the way.
I traveled and I experienced and I meet many rare people and much other things!
... and you even got the laundry done!