I remembered a friend, a former pathologist. Ask familiar friends:

How is it to work with Morpheus? Was there something dangerous?

And he answers them:

It was. In the mid-1990s he was on guard at night. They knock on the door, I think they brought someone, I open the door. I have a circumcision under my nose and are demanding to give a recently delivered deceased...

I stopped swallowing tea. Looking forward to something interesting and exciting:

And...? ? to ? to ! to

My friend continued:

And I gave it to them. I am a pathologist, not a fool.