Romeo flailed, took a puff, and started again. "It was some sort of role-playing thing," he said, with some distaste. "We were King Arthur."

"And the steps were -" he ticked them off on the fingers not holding his cigarette "- a sword fight, being mocked by a mad Frenchman, a cave with a beast in it, a bridge with questions, a boat, and then back to the castle and the mad Frenchman. And at the end, he threw down what seemed to be the Holy Grail we sought."

"And then I was a newt."