We sing the song of the seven children and the father who so lovingly murdered them. The chorus is written in stone. The verses are written in radio waves. We reach. We pull. We pluck a verse for you, sweetling - always for you.
Okay, where do we get an incubus? Or, more specifically, where do we get someone we can dress up as an incubus? Who isn't a really expensive stripper, preferably?