Silenus, relishing the anticipation,
decided to draw it out a bit further.
He announced two requests:
" First, I require a sardine/watercress/peanut butter sandwich,
and then a proper show-tune, to fan my desires."
Snoddi listened to his intuitive viscera speaking, and chose:
As the music began to play, and the sardine oil dripped down his chin:
Silenus smiled, audibly.