Mephisto Toasts Tea Cakes with Faust

M : My dear friend Faust, I'm not at all sure that fire is hot enough.

F : Ah, but Mephisto, how hot would you like it to be?

M : Possibly just hot enough to singe the corners of that newspaper over there.

F : You seem to have moved that newspaper a little nearer my friend.

M : Yes, I do that occasionally, but only when I feel the need to cause utter destruction.

F : Utter destruction? From burning one newspaper while toasting teacakes by the fire?

M : Well, first it's one newspaper, but there's no knowing where it could end.

F : Mephisto, I do believe you are existentialising again, aren't you?

M : No, no, dear, ill-informed Faust, I am being a little ethereal perhaps but I rarely existentialise, I find it ruins my train of thought.

F : Well, so let's burn the newspaper and see what happens then, shall we? Let's see who's wrong and who's right.

M : Dear, dear Faust, shake the crumbs from your cordouroy's and poke the fork a little further into the fire please.

F : Hmm, I do believe they're nearly done, perhaps you would get the butter from the fridge dear Mephisto?

M : Surely, dear Faust.

F : Should we pray before eating?

M : I think not.

F : I'm now wondering if they're just a little burnt.