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Jim has been making do with Pavarotti, but now can kick that Italian sub to the proverbial curb.
"Beat it, chump, my muscle just showed up!"
Luciano is none too pleased to be cut off mid-aria. "You mean to dismiss ME? Satan Himself says I'm the finest voice in all of Hell."
"Not anymore, you're not. You knew what this was. Get lost. Maybe Sondheim can use you." Steinman sneers, turning to greet adored arrival. "Marv! Been missin' ya, buddy!" He clucks his tongue in mocking scold. "You're late."
"I am NOT." Meat Loaf grins, glad to be reunited. "We agreed on a year... even if everybody did think it would be ME who went first."
"Not yet twelve months?" Jim ruefully allows, acknowledging "Time is funny down here. How was your trip?"
"It was a bitch. They wanted to send me to the other place. Had to tell Saint Peter I belong with you."
"Damn straight. Let's show this cloven-hoofed crowd how to ROCK!"