Alright. Fine.

[metatron_tm]

So I gave in. I'm doing the blasted karaoke, but I do get to be Simon Cowell for the day.

Now I have to think what bloody song to sing. Jesus, you don't half make life difficult for me sometimes.

Now. Where do I start?

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[fuckingdemon]

Or how about My Boyfriend's Back?

[fuckingdemon]

Or Copacabana, I should have thought of that first off!

[fuckingdemon]

Dancing Queen! It's perfect for you!

[fuckingdemon]

The Coconut Song?

[fuckingdemon]

Great Balls of Fire?

Was that too tactless?

[fuckingdemon]

Stayin' Alive!!!

[metatron_tm]

...Don't give up the day job, Azrael.

*shakes head*

What are you singing?

[fuckingdemon]

I don't sing.

[metatron_tm]

He made me sing.

[fuckingdemon]

Yeah, but he's not the boss of me anymore.

[metatron_tm]

Gods damn it I can hear song lyrics in everything now. *clamps hands over his ears*

You should sing. Everyone should sing. Spread the mis- joy and all that... lalalala I'm not listening...

[fuckingdemon]

How about George Michael's Faith??

[metatron_tm]

As long as I don't have to dress up, it isn't that atrrocious I suppose.

[fuckingdemon]

Oh come on. Jeans and a leather jacket aren't that bad.

We'll have to get you dancing lessons, though. Not sure your ass moves like it should anymore, what with you being a thousand million years old and all.

[metatron_tm]

On me they are.

And I am NOT dancing.

Listen who's talking!

[fuckingdemon]

What? I dance better than you do.

Though I'm not sure you're going to be able to swing the stubble. Have you ever grown facial hair, Voice?