"Must have been a great night; I'm imaging thudding noises."
"It was a stupendous night, and it's not your imagination." -- Anon Guest
Marvin winced at the light making its way through his eyelids. It was too sharp for him to open his eyes, just yet. The booming thud shook him and stabbed his brain, and the whimper in his throat sounded like a roar and felt like knives on fire were coming out of him.
"Have we learned something?" Wraithvine murmured.
Marvin summoned his voice, a mere phantom of its former self. "Nev'r drink a tankard 'f somethin' served in tiny glasses?"