Some days, you don't want inspiration

My Muse came to visit me this morning. It went something like this:

Muse: Hi Doug. How's it going?
Doug: Shitty. I've been banging my head on this scene for days. It keeps dragging on and on, and I need to tighten it up.
M: (pouty) Aww, that sucks.
D: I don't suppose you could lend a hand?
M: Well, I do have...(reaches into a fold of her skimpy toga)..THIS!
D: Wait, isn't that....
M: Yes! An entire new beginning for your book!
D: But I'm already over thirty thousand words into...
M: But look how *spar...