[There was a fatal flaw in Cliff's plan. Or rather, a few fatal flaws.

One, he didn't know what beer was.
Two, he didn't know volleyball.

And three, he had no intention whatsoever of cleaning up his present. What good was a present if he took it away?

Souji, still looking confused, rocked back on his heels and put his hands behind his back, linking his fingers together.]

Because that's not as fun. And yes, I know how stubborn glitter is.

Also the weather is too cold for the beach.

But what are you doing today, Cliff-san? Are you still working on the electronics?