Author's note: I once again, forgot to say that I do not own Mighty Boosh, not even on DVD.

"Howard," an airy voice called. Howard sighed and continued to dust a shelf of shaman nicknacks. "Howard, are you back here?" the voice asked, and its owner appeared around the corner of a display case.

"Yes, Vince, I am here," he answered as he replaced a small glass thing. "What is it?" he asked wearily.

"Howard, I have an important question." He eyed his friend up and down. "What are you wearing?!"

Howard looked himself over. "What do you mean? What is wrong with this?" he eyed his loud brown Hawaiian print shirt with pride.

Vince rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I have a question."

"Okay, so what is it? I thought you just came back here to criticise my wardrobe. Although, you could take a page from my book, Vince."

Vince shook his backcombed hair petulantly. "That is not important, Howard! Well, okay, so my mirror ball suit is important, but that is not what I meant. I meant, this is important!"

"What is it then, Vince?" he asked, trying to keep his tone even.

"Howard," Vince started, then shifted his weight. "I was wondering…" he picked up something and inspected it closely.

"Yes? What is it, Vince? I haven't got all day! I have to do inventory before Naboo gets back from his conference this evening. You know that Naboo—"

"Howard, are ants sexually attracted to each other?" Vince blurted suddenly. Howard gaped at him, wordlessly. "Well, see, it is like this," Vince said excitedly. "I was just watching this ant hill outside the door, and I was wondering if the ants ever in their ant-rambling around, ever get lonely at night and look for some hot ant-on-ant action?"

Howard held his face in his hands. "Why, oh why…" he mumbled quietly.

After a moment's pause, Vince asked, "Howard? What do you think?"

Howard stiffened as a thought occurred to him. "Well, actually," he raised his head, "I think all ants are male."

Vince thought, then laughed. "What, so, what you mean is, they are all gay?"

"No, I mean, there is a queen, and the rest are male, I think."

"Oh," his brow furrowed in deep thought. "So does that make her a whore then?"

Howard chewed his lip. "I, guess she would be. I don't know though. Is that all you have to ask, or can I go back to working now?"

Vince waved a manicured hand. "Go ahead and work." He stood watching as Howard continued his dusting.

After a few minutes Howard sighed. "What is it?" he asked resignedly.

"I was just thinking, right, so seahorses, they have unfortunate lives…"

Howard felt like ripping his mustache off his face. After a few seconds of frustrated-eyebrow making, he managed another "Why?"

"Well, its like this." Vince started moving around, "the female seahorse doesn't have the baby seahorses, does she? It is the male seahorses that do all the giving birth and raising the children. I think," he said seriously, "Seahorse governments need to do more to help their single teenage fathers." A bell rang in the front part of the shop, indicating a customer had walked in.

Howard, exasperated, threw up his hands and turned away. "Why, to raise awareness and promote safe-sex?"

Vince clapped his hands. "Exactly!"

Howard threw him a look that was bordering on murder as he went through the doorway into the front room.