__noeditsection__ Symphony in Z Minor? Yeah that was one of mine. Wrote it back in '67. Seventeen sixty-seven, that is. Damn good year. Well, apart from that one day where I accidentally tore open the 4th dimension with a monkey's fingernail and let out hundreds of tiny crabs with human skin. They burrowed deep into the walls of my apartment and ate all its molecules, reducing it to a spectre of its former self. Although even that was quite funny in hindsight. But apart from that, 1767 was a blast. I was up to my balls in liquor and gold.