"It'll have to do."
"What about Raggedy Andy here?" Ernest asked. "Do we keep him intact?"
"Don't touch a hair of his precious head," Doc said. "He's earned a stay of dissection."
The creature, still quiet in the chair, its eyes vacant now, hummed almost inaudibly. Ernest bent to listen.
"Well?" Doc said.
"Strictly a non-sequitur," Ernest told him:
"Here we go, lass, through the heather;
Naught to daunt us save the tether."
"It makes me sad," Doc said. He yawned. "Maybe it's just the hour."