[voice/audio]
[ Today over the journals Luceti you will hear the unfamiliar, or familiar, radio broadcast of one very pissed demon. He's not saying he doesn't love his Bentley that would just be hearsay. Crowley was always one for hearsay, talked a bit to Galileo he did. That wasn't the point though, the point is! The point is, is that there is now an old 1926 topless Bentley sitting in your town square Luceti. For many of you this is the first time seeing anything faster than a row boat or giant birds. Also it is playing this:
Is this the real life?
Is this just Luceti?
Caught in a barrier
No escape from experimental testing
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor car (Poor car)
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me, to me-
It will promptly cut off as a voice now issues from the stereo. Agitated, annoyed, take your pick. Crowley could've done without the Queen edition to detail. Now this is a bit too personal, honestly? Malnosso are assholes. ]
Ngk. Oh for god-heav-my sake! I didn't mean I wanted it like this.
[ Let me go, o, o, o, o
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama Mia, let me go
Malnosso has the experiment put aside for me, for me, for me! ]
I don't need thiss playing all damned week. Couldn't of left that out, could you? 'Course not. [ He can't really complain though he finally has his Bentley...more or less. Pretty sure he left Tchaikovsky in there before he left...or now it's appropriately named The Best of Tchaikovsky. Funny how he can't seem to get himself to stop playing it though. ]
How many of you poor bastards got turned into an inanimate object? Feel like I'm in damned Knight Rider. Real funny, you guys cease to amaze with your sense of humor.
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Is this the real life?
Is this just Luceti?
Caught in a barrier
No escape from experimental testing
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor car (Poor car)
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me, to me-
It will promptly cut off as a voice now issues from the stereo. Agitated, annoyed, take your pick. Crowley could've done without the Queen edition to detail. Now this is a bit too personal, honestly? Malnosso are assholes. ]
Ngk. Oh for god-heav-my sake! I didn't mean I wanted it like this.
[ Let me go, o, o, o, o
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama Mia, let me go
Malnosso has the experiment put aside for me, for me, for me! ]
I don't need thiss playing all damned week. Couldn't of left that out, could you? 'Course not. [ He can't really complain though he finally has his Bentley...more or less. Pretty sure he left Tchaikovsky in there before he left...or now it's appropriately named The Best of Tchaikovsky. Funny how he can't seem to get himself to stop playing it though. ]
How many of you poor bastards got turned into an inanimate object? Feel like I'm in damned Knight Rider. Real funny, you guys cease to amaze with your sense of humor.
((replies will be from machineofadream))