Irritation And Desire

It is night time. It is dark inside St Francis Xavier's.

Everyone is trying to get to sleep.

The wooden pews are narrow and uncomfortable.

Unni is playing with her phone. Calling maps up.

Arthur is scratching dried scabs off his knees.

Schopenhauer is thinking of an argument to put to Father Martin Aye Ngwe in the morning. On how one may be a Buddhist but still enjoy a meaty dinner. This leads him to think of dinner. He hasn't eaten. Grrrumrr! His tummy rumbles, keeping him awake.

Gaius is thinking of the barnacles that have been rediscovered in the font. He hadn't even known that they were missing. He hopes they haven't become too attached. Arthur will scrape them off in the morning. There must be plenty of sharp objects in the church.

Captain Louttit is sleeping the sleep of the pampered, in his tailored saline solution, free of barnacles.. ahhhhoo.......brpppprrrr...... mubmubble.......

The barnacles can hear Captain Louttit snoring. Lucky Captain Louttit. It is shitty in the font. Discomfort leads to irritation. Irritation leads to a desire to mate.

Barnacles are hermaphrodites, but it is rare to see one mating with itself. On the other hand it is difficult to mate with another barnacle when you are cemented.

For this reason barnacles have extraordinarily long penises.

You can see now why Rachelle thought Father Martin Aye Ngwe shouldn't leave them in the font.