Take a lead from Dr. Tarr and Professor Fether.
The bed, it calls my name, ready to wrap me in warm slumber and drift me off into the netherworld of dream and delusion.
I bear the scars of fruition, the tuition I paid is level with the rising cost of intercession. Delight, warmth, delerium, sisters of the broken stage follow me into the darkness where my kingdom awaits.
I salute you.
And now I must go.