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[nocturnemission]

[If you're passing by the shady side of the mess hall today, you are likely to hear a sitar being strummed and a song being composed.]

♪In a worn down farm where the zombies roam
is Camp Fuck You Die, our prison-home.
The corn's dried out and turning orange ♫
...Ummm.

Hey, does anybody know a word that rhymes with orange?

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[write_it_in]

Nothing rhymes with orange.

[nocturnemission]

Are you sure? I mean, there are a whole lot of words out there. There must be something!

[write_it_in]

No there isn't. Your lines only rhyme in English, and there's no single word in English that rhymes with orange. Give it up.

[nocturnemission]

I can't give up already. I just started!

[write_it_in]

It sucks anyway, but if you want to keep going, pick a different color.

[nocturnemission]

Right. Maybe... [googling is go!] ... Ochreous!

[write_it_in]

...

[nocturnemission]

Yeah, that's pretty awkward, isn't it.

[write_it_in]

Why would you even pick your next line based on what rhymed?

[nocturnemission]

I've got no real plan for this one. I'm just making stuff up as I go along!

[write_it_in]

So just play the music.

[nocturnemission]

That's no problem, I do improv all the time. I just though I'd do a song with words, this time.