[ Have a nice clear close up of his eye. He's trying to peer at the feed. ] You're al -. [ A beat. ] Blimey, you're here. Whoops, nearly caused a catastrophy, me and my big mouth. Though not as big as the great Lord of Flotswap. His is huge.

[ Running a hand nervously through his hair. And then. Singing. ] It's a song. Deck the something, something, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.