Several Stephen Stood Smelling the Southerly. `Shit.’ Steak Simmering. Since Six, Stephen’d Sat Sending Signals Skittering Skyward. Suddenly it’s Seven. Standing, Stephen Strode Shoreward. `Siddhartha! Send the Skiff Speedily. Selene’s Sizzling Steak and Stephen’ll Suffer `Scruciatingly.’ Sublime Siddy Sat Stone-Still. Said Stirringly: `Shanti. Shanti. Shanti. Shit Happens.’