I can see that my words have hurt you deeply. I would like to make it up to you by offering you a place...<Puts Kickycan-patented portable "Bed in a Matchbox" on floor and pushes release button--Sproing! Ker-ping! Skree-eeek! Flooop!--within seconds, a beautiful big brass bed has sprung up, seemingly from nowhere>...to take refuge, relax, and have exotic scented oils rubbed all over your body.
<hits remote; Bob Dylan's "Lay Lady Lay" begins to play as the lights go down>
Come on, my darling, Won't you forgive me? Come on, lay across my big brass bed...