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#6
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BlueInTheShell
Barrel of Monkeys
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"I mean, I am going to play this tune, and then I'm going to witness the effect it has on you. Whether you like it or think of it as gorgeous is of no matter to me." Tritonia replied, a staunchness in her voice as she shook her head at Chidi. Simpletons. Assuming music was just for the simple act of wooing others and making people happy. Rolling her eyes Tritonia mimicked Chidi as she begaan her rapport, making a nasily, whiny voice. "Meh meh meh, I'm a favorite of higher ups, blah blah. Half of the those hire ups are also pining for my services too."
With that, the woman resorted to just playing her tune, the weapon to her side belting out a simple melody; the tune crawling inside of Chidi's head. It was...Sickening. The tune brought out feelings of horror. Despair. Every negative emotion a decibel in her tune.
"I just want to come home," said the Astronaut.
"So come home," said Ground Control.
"ï¼³ï½ ï½ƒï½ï½ï½… ｈï½ï½ï½…," said the Voice from the Stars.
“And he goes around killing people?†said Mort.
He shook his head. “There’s no justice.â€
Death sighed. NO, he said,... THERE'S JUST ME.
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Posted 06-29-2018, 07:17 PM
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