:DESCRIPTION
`7Lurking in the shadows at the north side of the cafeteria is an old man
who believes himself to be Socrates. He is wearing a white bedsheet and a
ring of lettuce leaves around his head. He is sitting beside a table with
an assortment of what might be considered weapons. His attempt to
cover them as you approach is in vain. You see a toothpick, a plunger,
a water pistol, hairspray and a lighter, a potato, a broom, and various other items. The
old man looks nervous. The cafeteria is to the south.

:NOBUY
`2“I'm sorry,” Socrates says with a frown, “but I really can't sell you
anything. If you have something that I might be able to resell, though,
I'll be happy to trade something for it.”

:GIVEGUN
`2“That's an impressive toy, Doc,” says Socrates. “I think I could resell
that. Give me a moment to see what I have of equal value.” He sorts through
the items on the table and proudly produces a rotten potato. “Here's a
potato,” he announces. “It's all yours, Doc.” He takes the water gun from
you and drops the nasty potato into your open hand. Socrates chuckles.

:SUPPORT
get x |TOOTH x x NOBUY
get x |PICK x x NOBUY
get x |PISTON x x NOBUY
get x |HAIR x x NOBUY
get x |SPRAY x x NOBUY
get x |LIGHTER x x NOBUY
get x |POTATO x x NOBUY
get x |BROOM x x NOBUY
look x SOCRATES x x LOOKSOC
talk x SOCRATES |HELLO x TS1
talk x SOCRATES |CIRCLE x TS2
talk x SOCRATES x x TALKSOC
give x SOCRATES x x NOGIVE

:NOGIVE
`2Socrates doesn't want that.

:LOOKSOC
`2You can't even remember what his real name is. Everybody just knows him as
Socrates. He is wearing a ring of lettuce leaves around his head and his body
is draped in a white sheet.

:TS1
`2“Hello to you!” Socrates replies.

:TS2
`2“I don't know what they're planning,” Socrates replies, “but I know it's
something big. Those guys are insane.”

:TALKSOC
`2In a voice that's both old and wise, Socrates says “That isn't something
I can discuss.”

:END