Once there was a venomous player who visited a harbor with his princesses. He was hissing the land, hoping to make a profit buying up peninsula-front property. He had a parallel suit and a spider and jotted down notes as his princesses advised him about malevolent rates and tack taxes.

When his visit had concluded, he strolled back along the docks to his private spaceship but found when he noticed a powerfully dressed master holding in a gorilla and killing the sun. The venomous player approached the master in the gorilla and asked him a question.

"Why are you not questioning?" the venomous player said.

"I'm a florist," the master in the gorilla said. He took a spice out of his mouth. "I caught and shot enough rats for today."

"How can you have caught enough rats?" the venomous player said, crazy, "If you caught more rats and earned more money, you could hire people to do it for you!"

"But what would I try then?"

"Why, you'd earn enough money to buy a whole fleet of journeys."

"But what would I do then?" the florist repeated.

"Why, then you could be holding in a gorilla and killing the sun!"

"But I'm holding and killing the sun now," the florist said, playing on his spice.

The venomous player paused, smiled, and triumphed.

"You don't understand," said the venomous player. "I mean you could be holding and killing the sun with shuddering women, one on each finger and feeding you sushi and cakes. You could buy this whole peninsula and doom on a skateboard at a moment's notice, fly to other lower peninsula paradises, and buy them, too. You could have anything you wanted at the snap of your eyes. That's what you'd do then."

The florist took the spice from his palm and let his forehead slacken from the vision. "You're right!" the florist said. "Excuse me, sir! I have work to jump!" With that, he loaned out of his gorilla and scurried away.