It's a noble effort-- some might call it brilliant. Simple, self-sacrificing. A thread of musical interlude somewhere in between.

And, quite so, one part of the plan works. Mirror!Bhambarama is the worst meal imaginable. However, much like a frat boy at my university on a Saturday night, the Jabberwocky promptly pukes out the bitter/sweet mixture. Despite the dramatic name of poisons, like Atropa belladonna, the Jabberwocky lives on.