[[The Egyptian god Seth is fighting a giant snake; he is holding a spear that is imbedded in the back of its neck, and is being thrown around by it.]]

Seth: Trust is not your strong suit, is it, Gav?

[[Gav rubs his head where a board has been broken over it.]]
Gav: I've been known to take litmus paper to the occasional pub, yes...why?

Seth: "You must catch a wild bee and hold it in your closed hand...if the bee does not sting, then you will know you have found love."

[[Seth lands on his head, presumably having been thrown from the snake.]]
Gav: You've been hanging out with the sphinx, haven't you?
Seth: Truman Capote actually.