'Vertically disadvantaged,' said Wobbler.

'What? You mean they're short?' said Yo-less.

'Buried,' said Wobbler.

'How about zombies?' said Bigmac.

'No, you've got to have a body to be a zom- bie,' said Yo-less. 'You're not really dead, you just get fed this secret voodoo mixture of fish and roots and you turn into a zombie.'

'Wow. What mixture?'

'I don't know. How should I know? Just some kind offish and some kind of root.'

'I bet it's a real adventure going down the chippie in voodoo country,' said Wobbler.

'Well, you ought to know about voodoo,' said Bigmac.

'Why?' said Yo-less.

' 'Cos you're West Indian, right?'

'Do you know all about druids?'

'No.'

'There you are, then.'

'I 'spect your mum knows about it, though,' said Bigmac.

'Shouldn't think so. My mum spends more time in church than the Pope,' said Yo-less. 'My mum spends more time in church than God.'

'You're not taking this seriously,' said Johnny severely. 'I really saw them.'

'It might be something wrong with your eyes,' said Yo-less. 'Perhaps there's a—'

' I saw this old film once, about a man with X-ray eyes,' said Bigmac. 'He could use 'em to see right through things.'

'Women's clothes and stuff?' enquired Wobbler.

'There wasn't much of that,' said Bigmac.

They discussed this waste of a useful talent.

'I don't see through anything,' said Johnny, eventually. 'I just see people who aren't ther— I mean, people other people don't see.'

'My uncle used to see things other people couldn't see,' said Wobbler. 'Especially on a Saturday night.'

'Don't be daft. I'm trying to be serious.'

'Yeah, but once you said you'd seen a Loch Ness Monster in your goldfish pond,' said Bigmac.

'All right, but—'

'Probably just a plesiosaur,' said Yo-less. 'Just some old dinosaur that ought to've been extinct seventy million years ago. Nothing special at all.'"