“It ain’t just routine airship maintenance!” the old engineer laughs. “It’s an adventure!”

“Giant monsters appear in Tokyo, and you kidnap me,” the singer says. “Why?”

Closing the broom closet door, I escape.

Of course, of course!

“Is my human form unconvincing?”

“He’s a jester!”

He stands amid a web of chains and ten-thousand keys.

We look to the stars.