Going somewhere slowly

I apologize sincerely, Tezuka, but I will be quite late for work this morning. The train just barely passed without me, and the conductor was unmoved by pity as I chased it, waving my trousers in the air yelling "Aufhoren!" I would have tried to jump on the back of the train, but I am not dramatic enough to the point of being accidentally run over by the industrial locomotive that followed it.

The next one will arrive in an hour, so I suppose I should take this opportunity to don my trousers. Again, I apologize for the inconvenience. Yanagi-kun, if you could make breakfast for Tezuka, I would be supremely grateful.