[kaz pushes a pile of hair out of the way in order to move around to the other side of limbo. it probably jingles.]

Of course! And this is exactly what the doctor ordered when it comes to your jaw line, Father—look, soft, hard! It's a mixture of geometry and chaos, straight-laced and sultry!

I hope you didn't want the bells back, by the way. I have no idea where they are, now.