Carlos:	(jestfully feigning intoxication despite being quite sober) Issthissahhh-genderstaaatement?
Anya:	(feigning ignorance while half-knowing) Jees – I dunno. Maybe averythang iz a gendaa struggle in sum way.
Devani:	(enjoying the jest) Or perhaps merely the interaction between Shiva and Parvati? After all, our small existence is part of a larger divine play, right?
Brice:	(shaking his head slightly, feeling more amused than annoyed) What have you folks been drinking? Why can't you be serious?
Devani:	(laughing slightly) Actually, the whole notion of being "serious" is curiously funny! Should an ant be serious about the insignificant mound it creates? Or a mayfly be serious about its nugatory dance? In the big picture, how much of our activity activity merits being "serious?"