Cool-i-o

“Oh Chester, you’re still here.”

“Yeah, cool-i-o man. You here to talk to the man? The man *wo*-man. Have a seat, have a seat.”

“Thanks. How’re you doing today? Weather here is perfect, as usual.”

“Oh it’s hot. Unbearably. Tiger weather,” slithers Chester. “Watch your back dude-i-o. Unusual weather indeed.”

“I better sit over in this other chair, Chester, so Carrcassonnee can see me better.” Baker Bloch sits down. Carrcassonnee stares back at him but doesn’t respond.

“Is Carrcassonnee “on”?”, Baker asks Chester after a moment.

“Oh it’s hot.” Chester replies cryptically.

“Yeah, not so much here. Real life it’s pretty hot. Up there. In, er, heaven.”

“Heaven-*ly*. But moreso… hell. Hellish hell.”

“Is this a statement about…?”

“Yes,” Chester interjects. You must feel sorry instead of mad. Mad weather up there. Us cool-i-o dudes down here are lucky. Luck-*y*.”