Pillow Fight (The 6ths)

How sad the castle with no foundation underground. Sadder still is the lover with no mystery left unfound. You threaten to pack your trunks and go back to Chinatown. Did I say something impolitic or did I lay it on too thick and are we breaking up tonight or can we have a pillow fight? Do we really need to hire a plane to carpetbomb down memory lane and shall we figure out who's right or can we have a pillow fight? Diverse unpleasantness gather around our bed like pigeons 'round a park bench clamoring to be fed. Let us kill all these rats with wings by feeding them poisoned bread.