Quetzalcoatl was drinking quietly in his corner, humming a song he had heard on someone’s radio at some point in time, possibly, when he was suddenly surrounded by a half-dozen dirty, disheveled faces he had never seen before. Or, more likely, had seen before but didn’t bother remembering. Or, most likely, he was very, very drunk and they were very, very blurry.
“Can I help you?” asked Quetzalcoatl.
Gil, Lil, Hil, Jill, Jack and Mac nodded their blurry heads in unison.
“OK, that’s… that’s not helping. Someone use words. Or pictures, maybe.”
“We’ve been talking to Phil and Will, right?” said Gil. “And, like, we were thinking that, maybe, you know, we should go out as, like, emissaries or something.”
“To, you know, spread the word of what you’ve been saying and, like, make your teachings and stuff known,” added Lil.
“That’s actually not a bad idea,” said Quetzalcoatl. “And you guys came up with it?”
“We did,” said Jill.
“Together,” said Jack smiling too much.
“Yeah, great, good for you,” replied Quetzalcoatl, looking at Jack uneasily. “You’ve certainly got my blessing. Or at least my approval. I suggest you gather whoever else you want and go forth and do what it was you just said you’d do. Now.”
Gil, Lil, Hil, Jill, Jack and Mac nodded their blurry heads again. Then they continued to stand there.
“You don’t appear to be going forth,” said Quetzalcoatl, closing one eye in an effort to focus. “Why are you not going forth? Now?”
“Well, we’re, uh, we’re not really sure where to go from here,” said Jack.
“We didn’t get that far,” added Jill.
“Yeah,” added Hil. “What, uh, what exactly should we tell them?”
Quetzalcoatl sighed and rubbed his palms against his forehead.
“Whatever they want to hear.”
“Oh, man,” replied Gil, “of course.”
“That’s so wise,” said Lil.
“Right,” said Quetzalcoatl, “wise. Get moving.”