The Isles of Scilly are a small group of islands at the coast of Cornwall. On these islands time has slowed to a point where the folk believe that night is the devil's wrath; literature, technology, fire, bread, and the wheel have not yet been invented; and music is outlawed because people grow old and die waiting for the downbeat. The entire Scillonian ecosystem is dependent on tourism. Visitors are lured from northern shitholes, such as France, by the islands' tropical climate. Once there, they are sacrificed by the locals and their genitals are made into the local delicacy, fish and chips.