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In Enzo's defence, the pink thing at the end of the Bar has been inert lately. He really didn't think it a problem to go to that end for an order of chips.

Oh, how wrong he was.

He realizes his mistake as the music begins and he starts dancing involuntarily.

Thank goodness he hadn't picked up the chips yet.

[Uh-oh, the Karaoke Machine's on! Watch the ~~horror~~fun, or get ensnared yourself!]

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"Magnificoooo!"

Sung in a high belt that drops lower with the music.

The lyrics seem to switch tracks here, though the music stays the same.

^♫I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me!^♫

Oh, real nice.

"He's just a poor boy from a poor family.
Spare him his life from this monstrosity!"

Red's is nice too. Nice and loud.

^♫Easy come, easy go,
Will you let me go?^♫

Survey says: not 'til the end of the song.

Which better be soon Red's thinking.

"Bismillah! No!,we will not let you go!"

^♫Let him go!^♫ shrieks Enzo. The Karaoke Machine cares not about inappropriate changes in pronoun!

"Bismillah! We will not let you go!"

Why should it care about little things like pronouns when clearly it doesn't even bother with self preservation. Red wouldn't be singing now if it did.

^♫Let him go!^♫

Seriously. Let him go if you know what's good for you.

"Bismillah! We will not let you go!"

Red knows this song, and knows it's almost over. Already his stone fingers are tightening. Hopefully he won't dent the counter when he wallops the machine.

Well. Two-thirds over.

^♫Let me go!^♫ Okay, the pronouns seem back on track.

One-third to go. Red can take it.

"Will not let you go!

^♫Let me go! Never, never...^♫ he sings under Red's next line.

"Will not let you go!"

^♫...never let me go-o-o-o-o!^♫

"No, no, no, no, no, no, No!"

^♫Oh, mama mia, mama mia,^♫ and in unison they bellow:

"Mama mia let me go!
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me!!!"

Red raises his stone hand to punctuate the words and lifts his chin towards the ceiling before bringing them both down rapidly for the required head banging session.

Oh, he's got a whole mess of 'em put aside for you, Red.

The headbanging makes the locks of Enzo's hair flip and flop around interestingly. Also, he's getting kinda dizzy.

^♫So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Ohhhh, baby,
Can't do this to me, baby!
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here!^♫

The head banging stops and Red leans close to Enzo as they sing in unison,

"Oooooooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah."

Taking it solo again Hellboy softly croons,

"Nothing really matters.
Anyone can see.
Nothing really matters.
Nothing really matters, to me..."

^♫Any way the wind blows...^♫ Enzo sings softly, and holds one last dramatic pose before the machine releases its grip and he collapses into giggles.

Enzo giggles. Hellboy moves himself, experimenting and making sure he has control back, then turns on the machine.

"Oh, that was a mistake, box." Stalking over he lifts his stone fist and ...

CRACK!

bring it down heavily on the machine. It gives a satisfying crunch and crumples under his hand.

Smirking in satisfaction he pulls back and nods to Enzo, "There. I feel better."

Enzo's eyes widen and his giggles subside. "I didn't know you could..." Then his eyes widen further as he stares past Red at the... remains?... of the machine.

Apparently, he couldn't.

"Sure I could." He answers.

Off of Enzo's look he turns back and glares at the machine.

"Oh no you didn't." Jaw set he moves back, looks the contraption over, then pounds it flat again.

And again.

And again ...

Enzo begins to laugh again. ^♫I don't think it's gonna woooork...^♫ he sings - well, says in a sing-song tone, and of his own accord.

The un-permanently-breakable machine is playing music, though. It's not making anyone sing, since this music is on its own behalf, but it's happily blasting out the accompaniment to Stayin' Alive.

That's really not helped, Enzo.

And neither is the music from the machine.

Seeing he's not going to be able to smash the thing Red grits his teeth, grips the sides of the machine and lifts it over his head, intending to throw it across the room.

Red's philosophy is; if you can't beat something, launch it.