Seymour Krelbourne, so finally we meet you. This is an occasion, let's toast it, up yours, relax. Canape? Cigarette? let's talk turkey, sign here. And we'll book you on lecturing tours.
He's got your number now. He knows just what you've done. You've got no place to hide,. You've got nowhere to run. He knows your life of crime. I think it's suppertime.
On the twenty third day. Of the month of September. In an early year of a decade. Not too long before our own. . The human race. Suddenly encountered.
Alarm goes off at seven. And you start uptown.. You put in your eight hours. For the powers that have always been.. (Sing it, child). 'Till it's five P.M..