Larisa. Hey Eldor.
Eldor. Hey.
Larisa. What are you doing? Building a fire?
Eldor. I'm trying to, but I can't.
Larisa. It's harder to do in the snow, don't you think?
Eldor. If I can't do it here, how am I supposed to do it in Alaska?
Larisa. What are you talking about? Are you going to Alaska?
Eldor. I can't though.
Larisa. Why not?
Eldor. Because, if I'm stuck in the extreme cold of the wilderness by myself, I won't be able to build a fire before my fingers refuse to move.
Larisa. What's gotten into you? Why do you want to go to Alaska?
Eldor. I'm a weak person, Larisa. I don't like it.
Larisa. But like you said. You'll die in the Alaskan wilderness.
Eldor. Exactly.
End. No Fires in Alaska