These are the worker bees in every industry that are merrily working away one second and are simply gone the next.
It has to be magic. They just disappear in the blink of an eye only to return sometime later like ghosts from the mist. If you ask them where they have been they always say, “To the bathroom.”
I have never been able to teleport to the bathroom. I wish I could. That would save me a lot of time every day instead of hiking to the filthy, graffiti ridden outhouses that pass for sanitary facilities on most construction sites. I could flick myself into a nice clean facility with real flush toilets and paper that does not feel like it was originally meant to be used to smooth wood.
I have asked these metaphysical people how they do it and they refuse to share their secret. I have tried threatening to fasten the outhouse doors shut while they are inside until they tell me the secret, but if they can flick in then they can probably flick out as well. That would explain why they laugh at me.
If this keeps up I will have to convince them that flicking will cause them to become immune to getting high and that drugs and alcohol will no longer have any effect. I believe that is the only thing that would influence their thinking.
If I can’t flick then they shouldn’t either.
