So "Martin", I thought you were going to stay out where the air is breathable.   But if you're happier down there, all we want is your happiness. You can take the boy out of the sewer but...

But the wayward wind (of the sewer) is a restless wind--a restless wind, that yearns to wander. And he was born the next of kin, the next of kin to the wayward wind (of the sewer).

Hey, now it's a music thread.