Over the Rainbow, Innit?
The singer gestured toward the TV. “She took the awards rightfully mine,” he told the demon within the summoning pentagram. “Get rid of her. Banish her to some hell dimension.”
The demon grinned. “I know just the place.”
Amy Whinehouse looked around with eyes wide with amazement. “Where am I?” she gasped. “This ain’t London.”
“Indeed not,” said the fat and hideous hulk who stood nearby. “This is Pylea.” She screwed up her ugly face and peered at the singer. “Are you Amy Whinehouse, cow?”
“Yeah,” Amy confirmed.
The monster turned away. “Numfar!" she bellowed, "Do the dance of rehab!”