5:30am CST
Auliya o/` O, in Ytse-land where I was born in / Early on a frosty mornin' / Look away! Look away! Look away! Ytse-land! o/`
Ytse c.c
Auliya squaredance.
[five minutes later]
Ytse's ears perk slowly as the lights in the Pub dim, and a spotlight shines on him from above. Then, a Civil War reenactment band plays the following, to the tune of Dixie: o/` Oh take me back to the land of bacon, beer bitches and money makin'. Look away, look away, look away, Ytse Land. In Ytse Land it's above average, sippin' on a frosty beverage. Look away, look away, look away, Ytse Land. [chorus] And Ytse is a Ytse. Hooray! Hooray! In Ytse Land, everything is grand, don't you wish you were a Ytse? Hooray, hooray, hooray if you're a Ytse! Hooray, hooray, hooray if you're a Ytse! o/`
Auliya says, "That's brilliant."
Auliya says, "We need an mp3 of that stat."
Ytse says, "But I do not have access to a Civil War reenactment band."Auliya says, "Problematic."