“We sell gold too,” Brombsky remarks. “It’s dark and it’s called coffee. Along with it, naturally, we sell tasty butts because one doesn’t go without the other. Come, come to our world. Come visit us.”
“What’s your world’s name?” the King asks.
“Depends, some say ‘Coffeediotic & Butts Galore’ because it’s how it’s known around here. Others call it the ‘Ash Mongers.’”
“You’re alone, there’s no-one in this vicinity.”
“You’ve come to a hidden universe, Captain. We live undisturbed by wars and clashes of all kinds. We live in sinful peace.”
“You’re kidding!” the Captain remarks.
“Quite an achievement,” the King adds.
“We’re on the good side of sin, where one remains unchallenged, unpicked and unquestioned and where no one suffers from this sinful state of affairs. Those who live around us apply the same principles as we do. Living in the shadows within dark realms provides us with the safety, peace and calm required for the maintenance of sin.”
“How sinful are we talking about?” the Captain asks.
“What d’you mean?” Shotsky asks.
“Yeah,” Brombsky adds, “what d’you mean?”
“’Sin’,” the Captain adds knowledgeable, “encompasses many a state of—”
“—Whatever,” Brombsky interrupts, “it’s not complicated, we live our lives drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes till we can no more. That’s all there is to it. It’s a sin, ain’t it? How else could it be?”
“We all live until we can no more,” Birdseye remarks wisely.
“We don’t promote longevity,” Shotsky retorts.
“I see,” Birdseye says.
“Neither do I,” the Captain says.
“We’re still here,” the King says.
To be continued…