Free from fleas, the Smee can now eschew costly diggings-at and lickings-of hisself 24/7, to, instead, reach NIrvana.
Relaxified, the Smee can contemplate and meditate on things-not-of-this-world-that-try-to-eat-his-skin.
[Ed.: What? I thought he was trying to reach Nirvana?]
{Other Ed.: Can’t. They disbanded.]