"Will you PLEASE stop worrying about him, w-we have bigger things t-to worry about, like the child, w-we need to do something-!"
D: "Ok...ok I-...I can do this-ahem-...
Sweet prince, if through this wicked witch's trick a spindle should your finger prick, a ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give to thee.
Not in death, but just in sleep.
The fateful prophecy you'll keep.
And from this slumber you shall wake, when true love's kiss the spell shall break.