'I swear to God,' Handy fumed, chewing on his pillow to prevent himself from inadvertently singing or humming or otherwise contributing to this… this affront to sanity! 'If this keeps up for much longer, I am going to kick a puppy. And if this city doesn't have any puppies, then one day I shall buy a puppy, come back here, and kick it for the sake of making good on my promise!'