'How are we going to find the treasure if we can't get Dave to lend us his third eye?'
'Oh who knows. Can we be bothered even looking - even if he does lend us it? Frankly, I'm not sure. We've got through life this far without having treasure and we're doing OK. Bit of victimless thievery, bit of starvation now and then, threadbare clothes, no holidays and no fancy cars but hey. We get by. The simple life is grand. Let's say that if we haven't found it by the time winter comes - say, mid-November, depending on weather - we should call it a day and just accept we had our chance and we blew it, we're old and we should stay home with our pipes and our slippers and just accept we did our bests in our lives and that's the fun part over, we've had a fair kick of the ball, no treasure for us and maybe we should book a trip to Switzerland and be done with it.'
'Bit negative Tuppy.'
'Mark my words. Pretty soon once we reach a certain age - say, 60, perhaps 70 if we're very lucky - we're going to be offered an injection, which won't be compulsory, but, if we don't take it we won't be allowed nice things. We'll probably have to live in an old person's compound, with all the other geriatric refuseniks, soiling ourselves and being given porridge and soup.'
'Let's just hope that Dave does lend us the eye then and that we do find the treasure by November...and if you can't be arsed, then I'll find it myself.'
