Gravy, when the Twoofers poof, will become The Contemplative Man.
He'll leave The City, and build himself a small hunting lodge up in a thickly forested area of the Adirondacks. In this humble and spartan abode, will the Gravy sit quietly upon a rattan mat and wax contemplative and philosophic about the crowded world he shook, and then abandoned.
Skeptics and Poofed Twoofers, seeking an audience with the Great Man, will be able to visit in groups of 5 or 6. Accommodations for one night in one of the 3 tiny bedrooms: The Twoof Woom. The Loon Loft. The Cuckoo Clock Room Which You Get If You Brought Your Main Squeeze. Gravy will slumber on his mat, of course, having shunned all manner of opulence and comfort.
There will be no computers, no cell phone towers, no TeeVee, no radio. There will be a blue lava lamp, Gravy's only concession as an aid to induce deep contemplation and philosophizing.
Dinner will be spit-roasted wild hare, Hominy Helper (Just Add Hominy) and pickled lichen.
BYOB (Bring Your Own Brain)