[zhu-] George Costanza is in [1] front of the [-_] house where he is dealing with 諸 various elders that are walking around aimlessly in the grass. Each of them are holding 諸 various 日 suns as they walk around, lost. The each talk 諸 various 言 words that float around complaining about how hot the 日 suns are they have in their hands. George is not sure what to do, so just sits their on the sidewalk, watching.