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[Some sad-looking chump with a wonky leg is hanging out in the Star Bar and Lounge, pondering whether to get string cheese or beef jerky. Or maybe cheese-flavored jerky. This place is already full of tough decisions, and he still hasn't quite figured out the point of this place yet.
Duster notices familiar things: a jukebox, a stage that makes him think of Club Titiboo. He's still trying to digest the whole speech; he gets that he's "putting on a show"... just like the old band would do, right? Play a couple of songs, sign shirts and occasionally dodge some stray underwear? Except it just keeps going? And the audience never leaves? Who has time to watch a guy like him all day? Will he even get to sleep? Will people watch him sleep?
And wait, what happened to Lucas and Kumatora? Are they okay? Do they know where he is? No, no one on the island has those weird box things anymore, how would they know if they couldn't watch the show? How did this guy even find him? Who on earth would want to watch him anyway, sans wig and bass?
Man, this is too much to take in on an empty stomach. Time to go for something cheesy.]
Duster notices familiar things: a jukebox, a stage that makes him think of Club Titiboo. He's still trying to digest the whole speech; he gets that he's "putting on a show"... just like the old band would do, right? Play a couple of songs, sign shirts and occasionally dodge some stray underwear? Except it just keeps going? And the audience never leaves? Who has time to watch a guy like him all day? Will he even get to sleep? Will people watch him sleep?
And wait, what happened to Lucas and Kumatora? Are they okay? Do they know where he is? No, no one on the island has those weird box things anymore, how would they know if they couldn't watch the show? How did this guy even find him? Who on earth would want to watch him anyway, sans wig and bass?
Man, this is too much to take in on an empty stomach. Time to go for something cheesy.]