And what about these big ones here? I ask what job he’s given to them.
Maybe if I encourage what he’s already done, I can get him to devise a sufficiently large job to occupy his fishes.
Dziga: “Yes. Vasushka, aah…Kaminov gave me the codes before we lost him.”
Again, all Dziga has to say is “doubtless.” He looks impatient to leave.
I don’t finish my encouragement though, as Dziga suddenly looks as if he’s about to vomit.
I tell him that at least he was fortunate enough to get the master access codes for the fishes before their owner’s death.
Dziga: “Anything that happens on this ship, it is done because I have ordered it.”
I ask him if the older fishes, the ones working the cables, were set there to keep an eye on the rest of them, and if that was his idea.
Gently, so as not to arouse his temper, I suggest to Dziga that he devise a large project to keep the fishes occupied.