“So, there was a c******s advocacy group called the Green Panthers active in the US back in the 1990s. No relation, I suppose? You guys don’t look like stoners to me. You look like folks who might benefit from becoming stoners. c******s is a great stress reducer. Thai w**d never talks back. Something to keep in mind in future crisis.”
The Panthers shook their heads in unison.
“Clara tells me you might have a wild tale of contemporary relevance that I can exploit shamelessly and publish globally and have a lot of fun with?”
“Mammoths,” Chartreuse ventured.
“Launch pads!” Wilson laughed, “Is this a game?”
The three Panthers stared at their host as an unhappy doctor might stare at a relapsing patient. But what kind of a patient?
“You want me to put you on the map, lovely liberators of o
