[Voice Post]
[after the sound of the Network being turned on, there is a clink of a glass being set down, and then some other onomatopoeia of the glass falling over, spilling whatever was inside of it]
Leeeeemonaaaaade. Spilled all over the table-top,
there's ice, and lemons everywhere now,
I've gotta clean it up!
Konata, a napkin, please
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