In the aircraft, Father Paththiri was crying. He begged Abu Zilzila to leave him.
"My friend, don't worry." Pilot consoled him. "We are going to paradise, where we will be offered fresh chicks having tits like strawberries. We will nibble those berry nipples and will drink from the river of wine. We will take a bath in the lake of rose water. Just imagine all of these pleasures and be happy. What a lovely life would be that….!"
"My boy, I will pay you money." Finally, Father said. He knows that there is not enough time for begging and negotiation. He has to act immediately.
"Are you offering money?" Abu Zilzila laughed. "Is it more than getting paradise?"
"Yes. I will pay a huge amount."
"How much?" The pilot stopped his laughing and asked seriously.
"The dollars filled in two big coffins."
"Two big coffins?" Abu Zilzila doubtfully looked at Father for a few moments and asked. "Then what about the balance of 38 coffins?" He laughed. "My Dear, you have made a lot of money by your holy service and preaching, yeah?"
"This money was the donation of devotees to make a basilica."
Abu Zilzila continued his laughing. Father waited a few moments to get his reply. The pilot did not say anything.
"Ok let us make a deal?" Father said. "What about Fifty-fifty? 20 you will take, 20 I will take. How is that?"
"That would be fine. But are you sure that still, you can recover your flowing treasury from the canal?"
"Yes, no one can get it, because they have flown to a notorious lake, which is the home of a monster, a man-eating crocodile. Then, who will go there to get those coffins?"
"If so, how do you get it out of the lake?"
"That story is only a fiction. There are no crocodiles in that lake."
"What is the name of that lake?"
"Lake Placid. Have you heard about it?"
"Yeah, this is the name of a horror movie. So, is it real? The Lake Placid?"
"Yes, it is real." Father said with little hope to escape."
"I have seen that horror movie." Abu Zilzila said. "After seeing this movie, I had a plan to catch some crocodiles from Africa and train them for underwater attack. They can do Jihad in American bikini pools. But I could not do it. I was busy with some other ass-smoking mission. So, do you think those coffins would have reached the lake by now?"
"Yes. One hour ago they may have reached the lake." Father said.
"Then how you will get these coffins from the monster's lake? Don't you fear the monster?"
"What bloody monster?" Father laughed. "That was only a fiction, nothing living in that icy ghost water."
"Sure?"
"Yes. I will jump into the lake and get them out." Father paused for a while and continued. "So please, let me get that money." Father happily said.
The pilot did not listen to him. He called someone on his wireless radio and said something.
"Hello, Abu Waleed, This is Abu Zilzila, yeah thank to God, everything is going well, we are moving ahead as per the plan. We are about to reach the target. You will hear the good news within an hour. Look, I have important information. I want to contribute some money to our biscuit bomb project. Ok? Then, send our men to the Lake Placid. They can find 40 floating black coffins in the lake. Ok? These coffins are filled with millions of dollars. So just get those coffins from the lake immediately. No crocodile is living in the lake. Get it immediately and make some lovely biscuit bomb for the Pentagon's tea party."
Father Paththiri took a long breath, hearing it. He did not speak anything. He was preparing for purification. He called his patron saint for the last confession.
When he started praying, pilot Abu Zilzila laughed loudly and told him.
"My dear, you will be rewarded in paradise for your contribution to our biscuit bomb project. Do you know what the biscuit bomb is?"