"What do you want to do Marvin?" croaked Alex, and then coughed the frog out. "Excuse me?" "Apart from being a milk operative. I mean, what do you want to do with you life?" Marvin eloquently groaned, like a disappointed academic, and slapped his own forehead. "I tell you something, yeah? Das an idiot's question, yeah? Life is going to do things to me. And that's all there is. And it's all good. Yogurts?"