"...Go on, then."

Oh, tonight's dream was a very good one. While he wasn't keen on knowing that his headspace had this guy in it, that didn't mean that the good old King of Hell couldn't have a little sneeze of fun.

So perched in a nearby tree was a songbird with a bowtie and a little top hat. The bird was so poofy, so pleased as punch.

"From deep in the belly, not the shoulders! That's the ticket."