We'll have to rehearse that.
No seriously, how did I get here. This isn't my car.
You were born in a car. Now go fetch your sister, Hospitaldaughter. It's time for tablemeal.
He falls off
He was **narco**leptic.
Coffin
A lid!
A Corpseman. Painfully obvious, yet a terrible play on the English language, I know. It was something I came up with a few years ago, for some unknown reason.
They're never short of Sichuan musicians.