My lord. There is great importance to tea. It should never merely be 'whatever.

Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?

And everything burned in blue, everything a star

Dark with excessive bright.

You understand, of course, that I can only get you access.

Let go, allow, and it will be yours.

I love singing Christmas carols. I know every harmony to every music-hall Christmas song.

A Waft of Cheese

A hundred canes shattered in the sun, like a load of antihistamines falling out of an airplane.

Existence is enough grace.