Chuck, looking quite satisfied with his dental hygiene, placed the Singing Toothpick™ on the bar.
“So, you think you can sing any song I can name?” Asked Groves.
“Indeed” said the Toothpick.
“How about ‘Sonic Reducer’” said Groves.
The toothpick reared back and belted out such a great version of this punk classic that my hair spiked itself. Groves leapt from his aquarium, and then he,Chuck and yours truly began slam dancing.
After this, and at Chuck’s request, the Toothpick brought it down a notch with a right on version of “Tiny Bubbles”.
Although we’d just awakened, all three of us were lulled back to sleep. 256 days later, we woke up again to find the singing toothpick gone.