Just another Sunday afternoon

Scene: the Voodoo Boys' place, which now has a rather lovely shrine at the back (mainly Catholic saints).

All the customers are female.

Customer 1 [striding in, decked with a lot of pentacles and, I fear, a tie-dyed velvet dress]: [dramatic gesture] "YOUR SHRINE MUST COME DOWN! THERE IS A BAD ENERGY TO IT! I.........AM A PAGAN HIGH PRIESTESS!!!"

Customer 2 [before J can respond]: "You're a fucking idiot!"

C1: "Whaaa- but I am a HIGH PRIESTESS!"

C2: "You're an idiot! If you haven't got anything constructive to say, piss off!"

C1: "But -"

C2: "OUT!!!!" [is echoed by Greek chorus of other customers]

J: "thanks very much. Have some incense."