An offer

"Shall we go now?" Taro looked towards the two MIB agents and asked.

"Ah, don't worry about anything. We got plenty of time. So, if you have something else to do, you can do that!" Thankappan gave out a nervous chuckle.

Taro thought for a while. "Nah, I don't have anything to do here. So, let's go!" He replied.

"Think about it a bit more. You might be forgetting something. Maybe you want to do something?" Thankappan spoke.

"Dude! Really, I've got nothing! But what's up with you? It's as if you want me to do something instead… Ah, makes sense now. Why don't you just say it to my face rather than going about it in a roundabout way? You want a translator made, is that it?" Taro asked.

Thankappan sighed. "Lonappan asked me to approach this way. I wanted to ask you in a straight forward fashion, you know?" He shifted the blame towards Lonappan.

"What? When did I ask you to do that?" Lonappan acted oblivious to it.