[The rusty creak of iron. Shuffling, of light feet against metal floor.
And then... a jaunty, perky whistle. "Hush Little Baby," if you must know - but with a jazz spin. It stops quite abruptly - and then there's that familiar, leering voice.]
Oh!
Why, hello there.
[He almost sounds pleasant. Mr. Rogers in Halloween Town.]
And how are all our viewers in
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