At the moment he just felt too tired. Kit paused in his cheerleading and went rummaging through the paperwork on the floor for the DVD s and remote s manuals.We re in trouble when even a remote control has its own manual , he thought. But if a wizard with a bent toward mechanical things couldn t get this kind of very basic problem sorted out, then there reallywould be trouble.
He spent a few moments with the manuals, ignoring the catcalls and jeers that the recalcitrant pieces of equipment were trading. Then abruptly Kit realized, listening, that the DVDdid have a slightly different accent than the remote and the TV.Now, I wonder , he thought, and went carefully through the DVD s manual to see whether the manufacturer actually had made all the main parts itself.
The manual said nothing about this, being written ina broken English that assumed the system was, indeed, being assembled by the proverbial six-year-old. Resigned, Kit picked up the remote again, which immediately began shouting abuse at him. At first he was relieved that this was inaudible to everybody else, but the DVD chose that moment to take control of the entertainment system s speakers and start shouting back.
Oooh, what a nasty mouth, said his sisterCarmela as she walked through the living room, wearing her usual uniform of floppy jeans and huge floppy T-shirt, and holding a wireless phone in her hand. She had been studying Japanese for some months, mostly via watching anime, and had now graduated to an actual language course though what she chiefly seemed interested in were what their father wryly called the scurrilities. Bakkaahokikai,bakka-bakka!