[A functional kitchen! Unaware of the mistletoes, Kevin is going through the cupboards in his avid search for proper wine glasses, cheerfully singing a Victorian Christmas carol with his beautiful and angelic voice.
Unfortunately, he only remembers one single strophe, which he distractedly sings over and over, without realizing the damage and trauma he might be causing:]
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume Breathes of life of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb!
[And voila! At last, the legendary glasses! Bohemian crystal, no less. Singing with additional ardor, Kevin proceeds to unscrew the cheap wine bottle he has secured after yet another card game, since the owner's private collection has been reduced to tragic vinegar.]
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Unfortunately, he only remembers one single strophe, which he distractedly sings over and over, without realizing the damage and trauma he might be causing:]
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes of life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb!
[And voila! At last, the legendary glasses! Bohemian crystal, no less. Singing with additional ardor, Kevin proceeds to unscrew the cheap wine bottle he has secured after yet another card game, since the owner's private collection has been reduced to tragic vinegar.]