Such trifles aside, however, there is grave business to be settled. He whose name is rarely, if ever, spoken (not entirely due to a scarcity of blog posts) enjoys a rich, smoky sips of an Islay malt, seemingly pondering the answer to the Universe with his eyes closed as the peaty fragrance wafts up his nostrils. His insignificant aide, (a thousand curses upon her) waits impatiently by his side, hunched, with her hands clasped almost in prayer, for a moment of his attention.
He whose name is everything and nothing at all condescends enough to interrupt his Scotch.
He...: What is it now, you silly fool!?
InsignificantAide (IA) : er... it's nothing ... only....
He...: Only what!?
IA: I was thinking..
He...: Don't! It might hurt your tiny little brain.
IA: I was thinking,.. when do you think I will be grown up?
He...: Wha..?!
IA: When will I be grown up, rich, powerful, wise and be able to run for public office?
He...: Why do you need to be grown up to run for public office?
IA: So I can be rich
He...: And who says you will be rich if you are grown up?
IA: I saw it on TV
He...: And what else did you see on this "TV"?
IA: A talking ball of meat who lives with a large cup of milkshake in New Jersey, and a something about humans being born of apes.
He...: Imagine that! humans born of apes. Marky Mark would love that, don't you think?
IA: Huh..? Who?
He...: Nevermind.
IA...: So when do you think?
He...: Most of the time, unless I'm unconscious... Well, I might be dreaming even when I am unconscious, so I guess I think almost all the time.
IA...: No, I meant when do you think I will be grown up, rich, and wise?