Dr. Van Van Mojo puffed again, then exhaled slowly and as he did, the other two gentlemen shivered for just an instant when the smoke that came out of his mouth danced forming with its flow a shape that vaguely resembled an apple.
He then paused staring at nothing for a moment, just meditating.
Well dear pope, the fact is that... I am the patron of The Season of Discord, hence my chariot is named Fifth of Discord... And I am the real second apostle of Eris. I have also lived for more than 230 years and have been to Sol, I have licked Goddess' cheek and it tasted funny... and a lot of other incredible things, yet I come back home, and simple discord as the one you can handle seems enough to make my day sour just before Verwirrung's Eve.
He stands then, and with an inviting hand gesture, continues.
As odd as it may seem, every one of us, thus not being the real deal, are investing a role wich is eternal. And there dwells Goddess. But as I said, it's Verwirrung's Eve! So lets put all this aside for a moment and focus our pineal on our Mother's breast!
Gentlemen, I invite you to join the preliminar festivities on board of my Corvo cruiser, The Fifh.of.Discord! He then lowers his voice. No matter what comes out from all this, I will let you keep the Turkey my 'Pat'.