I have to agree with MAG--way too much methane in here.

Pushing open the large skylight to let the vapor rise and dissipate, Sage then has several elves and one larger tentacle from the squid help maneuver through the door and into it's old place in the same ol' tree stand a crisp, tall, and very fresh and sweet smelling Douglas fir (pseudotsuga menziesii--the "t" is as silent as the "p" in swimming). A sling from the ceiling beams helps stablilize the tree. The apparatus was redesigned two years ago to prevent the tree from again being shot through the roof as if from a sling shot.