[Wow, it's just the truth? Why is everyone so picky, smh.]

Graham, then. [It's an odd choice of words, one that lends Fugo to believe he's been given an alias of some sorts. He doesn't comment on it, though, because after a while you get used to people giving you fake names.] You could stand on one of the corners so it doesn't curl back up while I'm working. I want it curved so, even though it's a pain to cut like this, we can't flatten it.

[Fugo himself is kneeling down on one and holding the other with his left hand. He briskly pulls the cap of the marker off with his teeth and, after one last stern eyeball at the door, draws a cut-out from the top and a circle a few inches away from it.]