We knew it was going to be almost impossible to explain, but on our quest to find God we discovered, quite by accident really, that not a single soul had ever been saved through prayer or atonement, simply because no one was ever really there to listen. Not one of us could say with any kind of certainty that God had ever come through for us, and so after spending several days significantly fucked up somewhere in time and space, we realized that we had lost our faith. We spent hours at the nudie bar in The Parallax Hotel on the dark side of Zaygus, hoping to catch sight of some proof of God’s existence or a glimpse of Honey Divine, when Osmosis Jones said that he saw God in a bottle of absinthe. None of us were really surprised, I mean we often thought we had seen him there, but before we could say a word, Osmosis Jones disappeared. We tried to get him back, but between Honey Divine’s tits and the volcano that was hungrily waiting for the sacrifice of some local virgin, we just couldn’t seem to find him. There were never really any guarantees that we’d find anything we had seen before, but that was the beauty of those kind of trips. It didn’t matter though, I mean it really wasn’t about us. We assumed that someone would have wanted Osmosis back, but we really had no way of knowing for sure, although we thought that he would be missed at The Merriman Sanatorium and Country Club, I mean he was the golf pro there, and he was out of his fucking mind. We could spend hours listening to him talk about absolutely nothing over pitchers of the lukewarm beer they served at The Parallax Hotel. Right there though, we agreed that we would do whatever it took to bring him back, but that was before Honey Divine showed us her stuff in the middle of the stage at the nudie bar in The Parallax Hotel.
Every one of us would have given up everything to be alone with her for a night, I mean we had started to believe that if we were to ever find our faith, it would be right there, between her thighs. And even though we didn’t really think that God was listening, we found ourselves praying to him anyway, just for a chance to take her in the way we imagined she always wanted to be taken. We were already teetering on the edge of reality, and another round of some hallucinogen that someone scored from the night clerk at the hotel desk sent us spiraling through our minds again until we heard the night clerk say that he had heard that someone matching Jones’ description had been a witness to a house falling from the sky, and leaving some woman not only merely dead, but really most sincerely dead. None of us could explain how Jones had got himself over the rainbow, but it seemed that our friend had in fact become the Munchkinland coroner, even though he wasn’t even aware of it. Not that it was important really, I mean most of us had no fucking idea of what we were doing or where we were going, either. We knew it wasn’t going to be easy to get him back, I mean we had little faith that the great and powerful Oz or the handful of trinkets he had for us were likely to be of any real use to us, anyway. I suppose we should have considered that Jones didn’t really want to be found, I mean its almost impossible to find somebody who has no desire to be found. Honey Divine said that it was obvious to her that we should be putting our energy into trying to get him to come and find us. She was certain that all we really needed was the right bait, and she assured us that nothing would serve our needs any better than Honey Divine herself. She said that she was prepared to surrender herself and everything she had to offer to Osmosis Jones. Just like that. No dinner, no dancing, no small talk. No one was sure if the plan would work or not, but we all agreed that Osmosis Jones was one lucky bastard.
Word of the plan to bring Osmosis Jones back spread and he quickly became a legend, I mean songs were being sung about him, and stories were being told around camp fires at jamborees across the planet. Swarms of people showed up to watch her get naked, stand on her head and spin like a top. It brought gasps and cheers from the crowd, but we really weren’t impressed, I mean shit like that happened all of the time at the Sanatorium. We were enamored with Honey Divine though, I mean there were very few people who weren’t. Presidents and pirates alike had all fallen victim to her charms, and many had forgotten everything when they saw her naked. Honey spun like never before, focusing only on getting Osmosis Jones to take the bait. And later that night when everyone else had gone home, Osmosis Jones claimed to have found his faith exactly where we were all sure it was waiting, and Honey Divine found hers tucked inside the Levis worn by Osmosis Jones.