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Happy birthday to him.
*Proopy proop prooOOOoooproo!*
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Rest, then, to the soothing sounds of 152 trombones playing the first four bars of 'The Vengabus Is Coming', over and over and over again.
Anything apart from lubricating trombone slides, as we have found to our cost.
In the meantime (rub rub), we wish for THREE DENIM TROMBONES!
Proop prooproo proo proo proo!
Do you want your trombones to be ill/have superpowers? The latter is impossible; the former is within our grasp! 2023 is the year of the ÜberPosaune!
Their larvae appear to be licking the inside of our trombones, which will either make them very, very ill, or give them SUPERPOWERS.
In the grim darkness of the future, there are only trombones.
Why is there catfood in the bells of Our trombones, and why is it moving?
You travelled by trombone!
No more 'bonin' for a week or two!
Hey, great set list, Waterhammer! We'll start off with (I can't get no) Scotch Willy and go on from there.
Swim up this trombone. There's a conger eel in it that won't leave, and it's doing dreadful things to my intonation.
*Interpretive trombone noises*
And rhen the snakes were turned into trombones.
Roo prooprooproo!
Disappointing. Muffled and indistinct, with a remarkably poor bass response, and preserving very little of the original tone of the instrument. On the plus side, if you breathe in hard when it's in, you can inhale quite big bits.
Extraordinarily vibrant, without ever becoming harsh or brash. However, the blue mould reacts oddly with the brass, and now We are surrounded by multicoloured seas of protoplasm and hordes of glowing, carnivorous doughnuts, all singing Flemish nursery rhymes in Ted Cruz's voice.
Rich, velvety mids, with a piquant yet mellow top-end. The salt crystals add zing and penetration to a tone that might otherwise be inaudible in ensemble.
The prize is that it gets to put on a ruff and crawl through all Our trombones, thereby cleaning out 500 years' worth of Fairy Gunk, which it can keep, if it likes.
With a Doombone.
Doom's entrance music is, apparently, a ska-punk version of 'South Of The Border' by Edward Sheeran.
Advertisement wise, you can have your company name and logo engraved on 76 shiny brass trombones for a surprisingly modest sum, y'know.
Tell me, is it true that trombones (in one form or another) exist on all planets?
Well, there are 76 of us, and we've been emptying the condensation from our trombones into that there bucket and fermenting it for, oh, how many years?
*Runs around in circles, inches ahead of the giant monkey, parping frantically*
If your life is meaningless, that's only because you don't have a trombone.
What about 'The Bugle and the Flugel and the Boiled Banana Kugel'? A top 50 smash in Suriname!!!
*Gestures towards Count Heydrich*
Thanks. Saves putting them back in their cases.
We will play a Triumphal Trombone Processional to accompany you flinging wide the doors and ushering us all in. (etc...)
prooooooooOOOO
proop
Yes! He's Gone! Now we can play the FORBIDDEN MUSIC!
A trombone!
Proooooooooooooop.
You called me? Now what do you want? It turns out that we have an opening in the flugelhorn section.
Luckily, the school orchestra is taken care of. PROOP PROOP!!!
Parps, on the other hand, be not.
OK. proooOOOOOÒÒOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Can you tie them in a knot?
*Minute of silence* *Then, mournfully plays a selection of Barney The Dinosaur's Greatest Hits*
Oh, they are. How else would we each be able to play two trombones at once?
(Proog proo)
My, my, my, Delilah, ROOPY PROOPY PROOPY PROOPY PROOOOOO.
Civilised, pah. PROO PROO PROO PROOO!!!!!
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