*voices waft from the dimly-lit, smoke filled back room*
Women: "Remi please! I have a baby!"
Man: "Ain't mine."
Woman: "I know Remi, I know…but…I heard you can do things. Make things right n' proper."
Man: "Left my wire hangar in the car, Cher."
Woman: "Not an abortion Remi! No, no…I want my man to love me. He does, I know…but I want to be his. Make him happy. He'd be happier with me than his ol' wife, you can do that for me Remi, I know you can!"
Man: *long pause* "My line o' work is round again what you want, missy. I don't play matchmaker."
Woman: "You don't fool me, you old Conjure-man. I have St. John-the-Conqueror root, a bulb of garlic…an' look! A genuine coffin nail, pulled up from Papa Thibideuax's own casket! Help me Remi, please! I can pay, you know I can pay!"
Man: "Leave all that shit on the table an' git. Back to work before ya' swell up…pile o' cash, maybe it'll go your way."
Woman: *scrambles to leave the items behind* "Thank ya Remi! O' Thank ya!" *leaves*
Man: *regards the items, takes a long drag, & whispers to himself* "Praise be, Tsathoggua, Toad an Ol' Friend; the hooker for you, for My Lord Y'Golonac: A child & heir…."