Jareth is having a bad day and there's only one person who can cheer him up.
First of all he had a lot of cleaning up to do and most of his goblins seemed to have dissapeared and those who returned were drunck out of thier minds, half dressed and several had scrabble pieced lodged in various orifices. The cleaners had also dissapeared down a long dark corridoor and could not be found anywhere, according to a stone false alarm they were still looking for Sarah and the pathetic little scab of a goblin whose name had escaped him. So Jareth had been left to sort out matters on his own. There was also the problem of the broken bridge, he didn't want to think about that...lets just say it was a lucky escape. And to top it all off, a pissed goblin with two Qs and a Z up his backend and a handful of blank pieces crammed in one ear had painted lightning flashes along with idiotic slogans and "biological diagrams" on all his carefully placed carved faces.
So now the exhausted and livid goblin king sat by the wall in a shady corner of Underground, wishing he had enough energy to throw several goblins in the bog of eternal stench and planning what he would do to hoggarse when he found him. He had a few ideas.
"'ello" Jareth felt something moving around the top of his legs. It felt different from usual and it had certainly never spoken before. Good lord, I'm hallucinating, he thought to himself.
"Who said that?" Jareth demanded, looking around alert for semi-naked goblins with lampshades on thier heads.
"Down here!" Jareth's package began squirming again. Increasingly worried, Jareth looked down.
To his great relief, sitting on his crotch was a bright blue worm.
"'ello, Jareth! Had a bad day have you?" The worm grinned.
Jareth glared at him, "Unless you would like a few days in an oubliette followed by a trip to the bog of eternal stench i recommend..." Jareth stopped. The worm was chewing on a sock.
"Where did you get that..." again Jareth was cut off mid-sentence. He felt oddly empty, as if he had lost something close to him.
"Sorry 'bout that" smiled the worm, "I don't get socks much at home." And with that he jumped into the space where the sock had been, snuggling close to Jareth, humming velvet goldmine.
Jareth was rather taken aback, but decided his day couldn't get much worse and it was actually quite pleasant.
It had grown dark and Jareth was lying sprawled out on the ground under the stars, arms behind his head, riding crop by his side, exhausted from his efforts. The worm was sleeping peacefully inside a half-eaten sock, dreaming about feather boas.
(incase you didn't know this is a complete send up and a total parody, bowie is awesome)