There was no glory. Only holes. 

 I do not have a greasy duck. 

And suddenly you are accosted by a sparkling homunculus. 

It felt so good to finally get some meat in there!

You’re in luck, I have brought urine. 

Would you like a face that is full of head?

My playing sounds like a spider trying to fart through its ears. 

Chiseled Chads are out, hot rodent men are in. 

Please be quiet while the man attempts to locate your head. 

He would also have slipped his flute into his pants.