"He's on to us!" the bean hissed.
"What do you mean?" Wuya hissed.
"I felt his presence. He was here…"
"No he wasn't…"
"Physically, no. But I do believe that he is beginning to use our own tricks against us."
"Oh…"
"We must hope that he takes on the level of Wudai very soon."
"Wudai? But he just became and Apprentice!"
"This is a bit of and urgency…"
"You can't masquerade yourself as the old fart, that would be too obvious."
"I understand the level of risk that has now entered our equation."
"So what will you do?"
"I will wait. I must put my faith in the judgment of the old monk."
"That may not happen for a while…"
"Indeed…"
Things were getting shaky, a bit too shaky. The plan was coming to pieces. The grass on the other side of the fence was starting to look much greener than it was here to Wuya. Tough choice, really. A rancid old bean or a supposedly evil cat fanatic? Cats weren't exactly evil. Wuya loved cats. Cats and crows, the staples of live. Wuya's mind wandered to the simpler things of life.