I would like to share a story, from another time and another place, I'd like to paint you a picture in words of worlds before this world, but it would all be familiar too. Because this world is only the latest portrait in the exhibition, one more reason to live, to take the stakes down on the mound. Let's see, I can remember a time when Pirates called themselves Underwriters, and Ninjas were not known but as despicable assassins. Just a few lives ago being a sailor was not so respectable until old Fastitocalon reared his head, not as spry as he was when he swallowed up poor Jonas, but ten times more huge. Am I boring you? Drink is fine, but, fine girl, what I truly desire is a strong smoke. Something in me, I can't remember anything I read last time on the mound, of course, but something tells me the smoke is at it's strongest it's ever been. So bring me something sweet and rich, and add it onto my bill.