The place was set up and appropriately glittered, Cecil was in his very best tie and well-trimmed furry pants, there was plenty of food for before, after, and between, Foucault was guarding the punch bowl against spiking, and all the equipment was ready - now they just needed the people
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Maud stood perfectly still, idly watching Pinkie go around and around, without any expression at all.
They were both just so excited.
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And if his pants were any tighter he might lose circulation.
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She managed to regain her regal poise some more by the time she was actually in his face, though.
"Oh, Mister Mercury," she drawled. "I'm a big fan."
She was going to kill him just as soon as he was no longer all drugged up on gremlin venom. But before then, she was going to get her revenge. Like any loving girlfriend should.
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"Actually, I'd like to make a request, if I could?"
She was batting her eyelashes at you, Freddie. Wasn't that adorable?
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"It's going to seem a little silly," she admitted, giving her toe a scuff against the floor. "But I've always thought that you could perform this song, it's been my favorite since I was a little girl, better than anybody, and I want to know if I'm right. It's called I Feel Pretty? Do you know it?"
Elsa only knew it because meta for West Side Story had been on the television a few days ago. The things she could remember for revenge...
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"Not only do I know this song... But I shall ROCK IT!"
This was accompanied with a dramatic fist pump into the air.
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You were in so much trouble, Barry. So much.
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The squirrel just shrugged as it set its pencil aside for a moment, and then pointed toward...
"BARRY."
Really, she ought to have known.
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"I'm here! I'm here!" she said, running into the backstage area. "The show can begin now!"
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