Well, "Contestant Aleph" has certainly been doing his homework, thought Mal, as the sweet moist aroma in the Kiva became even "headier". But, "Contestant Beth" sure knows his herb... Hmm..
"Very well, 'Patamunzo', or 'Van', or 'Imposter A', your convoluted logic definitely smacks of Discordian Catma, sir. You even have me boggled a bit there! Kudos!"
He then nodded to the second Pope, who, due to the appliance attached to the hookah, was looking alternately like a sunken-cheeked cadaver, and a squirrel with an entire winter supply of nuts in his mouth.
"your turn, 'Doctor Dos', if you can turn off that ventilator for a few minutes. Begin, sir."