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Karaoke Time!
*There is a karaoke machine in the bar. It is very large and very pink.
Therefore, Xander assumes that it must be evil.*
Wow ... didn't know they had an open mike night ...
*He approaches the karaoke machine slowly. It lights up and looks inviting-- as inviting as a possibly-evil-because-of-its-pinkness karaoke machine can be.*
Whoa!
Therefore, Xander assumes that it must be evil.*
Wow ... didn't know they had an open mike night ...
*He approaches the karaoke machine slowly. It lights up and looks inviting-- as inviting as a possibly-evil-because-of-its-pinkness karaoke machine can be.*
Whoa!
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Windows 95 cannot resist the pull of the machine. It's a biological urge for the Japanese, much like bizarre commercials and snetai shows.
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Uh ... hi. Are you okay?
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*Xander jumps again as the karaoke machine starts to emit loud beeping noises.*
This is a karaoke machine. It plays music, and you sing along to it. I myself have a love-hate relationship with karaoke ... well, more like fear-loathe. You're welcome to try it out, though.
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Ex-rock star.
The temptation is unbelievably overwhelming.
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You gonna go?
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Besides, Moiraine would kill him. Again.
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. . .
What, I need a reason?*
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And the music starts.*
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He pulls up a chair to watch.
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But somehow, he feels himself inexorably drawn towards the screen. Though he's telling himself not to do it, Xander finds himself typing in the name of a song that he's pretty sure he's never heard of.
The screen reads, "YOU HAVE SELECTED 'ENORMOUS PENIS.' HAVE A NICE DAY."
Xander's last coherent thought is, Help.
But then lights begin to flash. Music begins, and Xander starts to sing.*
Whenever life gets you down
Keeps you wearing a frown
And the gravy train has left you behind
And when you're all out of hope
Down at the end of your rope
And nobody's there to throw you a line
If you ever get so low that you don't know which way to go
Come on and take a walk in my shoes
Never worry bout a thing
Got the world on a string
Cus I've got the cure for all of my blues
*Xander now starts to dance in a very musical-theater kind of way.*
I take a look at my enormous penis
And my troubles start a-meltin' away
I take a look at my enormous penis
And the happy times are coming to stay
*He performs several pelvic thrusts.*
I got a sing and a dance when I glance in my pants
And the feeling's like a sunshiney day
I take a look at my enormous pe-e-e-nis
And everything is goin' my way
*Xander promenades around the karaoke machine, whistling jauntily.*
PE-E-NIS
*He begins to dance again.*
I take a look at my enormous penis
And my troubles start a-meltin' away
I take a look at my enormous penis
And the happy times are coming to stay
I got great big amounts in the place where it counts *pats crotch*
And the feeling's like a sunshiney day
I take a look at my enormous penis
And everything is goin' my way (my trouser monster)
Everything is going' my way (my meat is murder)
Everything is goin' my way (size doesn't matter)
Everything is goin' my waaaaaay
*After hitting the last note, Xander drops to his knees, "spirit fingers" outstretched in true jazz cheese tradition.*
Yum!
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Bravo, Bravo. No wonder Anya likes you.
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"I dunno, I think he might be compensating for something." she stage-whispers to the imaginary audience member.
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*He doesn't quite seem to know what to say.*
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He hopes they missed his ... song. Other than that, he also does not know what to say-- until he remembers his conversation with Death.*
Meg! Uh, your Aunt is disappointed in you. Just thought I'd give you the heads-up.
... Hey Andrew, how's it going?
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He sidles up to the machine. "Yo, who's runnin' this hunk o junk?"
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She has an air of profound amusement about all this.
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A big smile from the leather bikini wearing Faerie.
"Karaoke?"
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