Mr. Easy-Spider: Welcome. This is the Road to Futonia. Stejar Strahl: Oh, hello. Have you got any maps? Mr. Easy-Spider: What are you searching for? A three legged table? A pair of Bambidate sandals? The wisdom how to pack twelve eggs aesthetically in the handbag? An onion? A forlorn sanguinity?
Stejar Strahl: Probably squash. Or the one who searches for the fisher's father. Eiseemi Laxi: It's me, the fisher robot. I ate my turtle, which was lost and then found. Ella Salmon: And I am the fisher's father's wife. And he's lost too. Mr. Easy-Spider: Who is? Stejar Strahl: The fisher's father who is searched by the one we don't know, but supposedly should search for.
Mr. Easy-Spider: So what exactly are you looking for? Eiseemi Laxi: We don't know. Mr. Easy-Spider: Oh my Cod, a tricky one. Then it'll be the Teflon Alley. There. Ella Salmon: It looks like vulnerable and bumpy and filled with blue brute creations. Mr. Easy-Spider: No, they just the local hikers, Ronnie Slide and Brainman. I assure you the road is silent as a feltboot factory. Have a nice digression. Remember not to feed any animals.