Hello, my name is Rest.

I'm here to comfort you when you sleep.

The decks of my beds are without number; like the firmament's luminaries.

Yeah, but how many healing powers have you?

My healing powers are like my decks: endless.

I'm trying to sleep but I'm on the run from the cosmic authorities. Could you help me out?

What cryme did you do?

Can I solicitte your work if I don't tell you the answer? I'm in a sticky situation. My name is Hello.

Hello. I'm still Rest: always here, waiting to transmit my waves of slumber to all who are in need, and on their beds. (Though I also offer beds of my own, as I explained.)

Dude, you didn't answer my question.

Oh, right, your question. I'm on such a different level than you, that the cogg*nizance slipped from me.

(* Mmm, cogs...)

Anyway, I can still help you. But now you need to prove that youre' pure of heart.

Houe can I prove that while (wile) I'm on the run?

Good point, Hello. You have beaten my massive WITTE.

Lest mor mortals* doubt me, I will give thee Rest.

[*AD: Mortals are delicious! Simply bake 'em in a stew!]

I don't see it [the Rest]. Oh wait, here it is

But to APPLICATE it, you must first solve my riddle.

I'm ready.

How many cans can a toucan cant, if a two-can can cant cans?

Two. It's in the name.

Good job. Now, Rest up ;)

THE END.