Bulksweage II

"I cannot tell you the true meaning myself - it would be like skipping to the last page of a book and reading the last page first. However, I can offer you a hint: Maybe try a dictionary instead!"

These were the final words uttered to me by that troublous laborer relating to the idea of, "Bulksweage." However, after hours of assiduous and meticulous research, I have yet to find a single modicum of information relating to the word... I even went as far as to catechize my most trusted of all retainers as to whether she had any idea what the word meant, as she had the egregious audacity to stifle a laugh! These cursed eyes of mine are capable of perceiving even the slightest shift in one's behavior, down to the most subtle and inconspicuous of all changes in mannerism... To believe that such an action would fly over the head of I, Trevor Ushiromiya, is akin to believing a lowly worm could escape the sharp eyes and talons of a ferocious, starving hawk!

Nevertheless, my qualms currently reside with the man who fed me such insolent words in the first place... As you have already likely gathered by now, I have come to the conclusion that this, "Bulksweage," was never a real word in the first place. I... Was the victim of another's comical jape, and now I must lie in a bed of shame and sleep in it... The only way to quell this newfound opprobrium is to deliver sweet, righteous revenge upon the evildoer... Yes, perhaps I shall make better use of my time by pruning through the castle library's alchemical tomes in order to find the recipe for a potion that will recede his hairline by 10 years! Of course, it will only last a few days, as I could hardly find enough spite within me to target another man's weakest point in such a way, but he won't know that salubrious fact until the potion's effect have ran their course throughout his body, kuhuhuhu...