"Hmmm..." Mick pondered outloud....as opposed to internally thinking, which would not convey well in a narrative sense. "...well, you with hair, for one..."
Prometheus cocked an eyebrow at him, taking a slow drag.
"I mean...a full-fledged godling...and you can't give yourself some hair? What's that all about?"
"What are you trying to say?" Pro asked very calmly.
"Nothing, nothing..." Mick dismissed. "...soooo....the universe..."
"And lack thereof, I would say..."
"Yeah..." Mick nodded. "....where should we start?"
"I, for one, always start with what I know."
Mick nodded, pondering....silently, this time.
"So...John Constantine and Doctor Who ripoffs?"
"...homages, thankyouverymuch..."
"Right. Homage." Mick rolled his eyes.
"And what have you got, eh?" Pro asked.
"Ummm....pithy godlike characters with an everyman slant?"
"Check."
"....hmmm....fourth-wall-crushing diatribes and fully-functional secondary support characters?"
"Beautiful."
A small fart squeaked out, mini-universes appearing and collapsing in the nothingness.
"....cosmic gas...."
"...and how..." Pro sighed, taking a drag.
The door suddenly opened, Pro immediately swallowing the lit cig.
"What was that?!" Shirley exclaimed, looking out to where the universe had appeared and vanished in the blinding few seconds.
The two men stared up at her, smiling innocently with the exact same fearful expression.
"Nothing, dear...nothing...go back inside..." Mick assured her.
Shirley stared at Pro for a moment, who's face was becoming slightly redder now.
She finally stepped back in, closing the door.
Pro immediately opened his mouth, a veritable cloud of smoke billowing forth.
"You okay?" Mick asked.
".....yep...." his hoarse voice choked.
"Was that smoke still lit?"
"......yep....."
"Hurts doesn't it?"
".......yep......"
