«♫ Scuttling crabs & gulping clams,
blood runs in all grains o’ sa—♪
Whoa, whoa, whoa…
Not so quick, slick…
Ha, ha, you didn’t think you were expected here, ¿did you?
Not when you’re like that—
no, don’t think we didn’t notice that. We did.
Look, I’m sure there are plenty o’ places for that…
Well, then that just proves our point, doesn’t it.
Look, I’m not hissing orders here,
but I think it’d be better for all o’ us
if you went somewhere else».
‘Hind the soft slam o’ the door
one hears the singing resume…
«♫ Chocolate butter, apple jam,
sugar seeps in every can… ♪»
…but shrunken & funneled.