Oi! Watch where you're throwing that spring onion!
Boss, boss, he's dented our bellows!
Allow me to smooth them out - with the power of MY MIND!!!!
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooh
*Ping!*
I have spent my existence in search of The Song of Pain.
This is a melody produced by ministering to a subject so as to elicit cries of agony and despair that A: produce a mesmerizing melody of superlative tonal quality and B: cease with the death of the subject (having been suffocated by several minutes of constant screaming without pause) at the precise moment of the composition's crescendo.
It is elusive, to say the very least, but, when executed properly, a moment of sublime beauty. I have only heard it executed twice, and, though I have come tantalizingly close, never produced it myself.
This is my goal. This is the shining gem in the darkness that my fingers stretch towards. The distant shore that I long for.
One day...
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*All the members start shivering in fright.*
Lord Zedd: that's why we offer the services of our minions to you.
Divatox: yes, for we all want you to succeed in your goal, your greatness.
Necrolai: if it would provide further aid, then perhaps we could find more "test subjects".
Madame Odius: what would you find more helpful?
*While this was going on, The when was eating Pulg's Mind.*
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GoatToucher’s gonna be so sad to learn: You can get those exact notes with a Casiotone.
Can confirm.
A hoard of Smurfs arrive to keep Grinch company, and cheer him up with joyous singing.
GoatToucher’s gonna be so sad to learn: You can get those exact notes with a Casiotone.Can confirm.
Oh I am aware, but I am chagrinned to admit that I did not take the news well, and things got quite out of hand. For some time.
But is is less about the glorious sounds and more about the achievement of creating them oneself.
Minus the synthesizer.
GoatToucher’s gonna be so sad to learn: You can get those exact notes with a Casiotone.Can confirm.Oh I am aware, but I am chagrinned to admit that I did not take the news well, and things got quite out of hand. For some time.
But is is less about the glorious sounds and more about the achievement of creating them oneself.
Minus the synthesizer.
The organic method is usually best.
You do realise that I am Just Beans?
Ack!
I have been poisoned by accordionite.
Help me, I'm dying.
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Oh, must have been the bean soup I had for breakfast.
Be there as soon as I take care of some business.
Takes chainsaw to all the accordions.
That isn't a chainsaw, it's three Old Oak hotdogs attached to an egg-whisk.
That means you don't have to stop playing.
But Hannukah is over!
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If it is, YEARS of painstaking research have been wasted.
I'm back.
Sorry it took so long.
The flying reindeer lost a shoe.
Presents the shoe to Mr. Grinch.
As a Smurf, my pants and shoes are a combined unit. You sure you want me to go without?
*Performs an adequate duck.*
Don't undersell yourself - that was an excellent duck. Such spirited and expressive quacks! Such a soulful, nay, even sensual, waddle!
Out of here pest.
Kicks little blue creep off side of mountain.
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Knocks Pulg unconscious.
Ties him to a long pole.
Dips his head in a bucket of cold sudsy water.
Proceeds to mop the floor.
Bathtime comes but once a year.
Whoops?
Looks at Pulg as all the hair on his head falls off.
I do not. That's a turnip I was saving for later.
But (take it from me) not in any place you'd expect or form you'd recognize.
Oh, I have them, sure, but none of them actually belong to me.
I only celebrate Fishtivus.
There's always Krilltivus.
BURP
Not anymore.