C230 You Smell like Him

The little fellow on the fire cart was about to continue mocking me, but then his expression suddenly changed, as if he had remembered something extremely important, and he hurriedly bid me farewell.

As I watched it go, I felt a twinge of pleasure. It was fortunate that the car of fire had something to do with it, or else he would continue to press me, and I would soon be out of the picture