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[It's a lovely day in the museforest. The sun is shining, the birds are singing heavy metal, and a blue-armored soldier is pacing grouchily beneath the trees.]
[Wait, the birds are singing what?]
['Nothing's what it seems to be
I'm a replica, I'm a replica!
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me!']
[The soldier glares up at them, and takes a shot at one. It doesn't hit, of course, but several of them scatter. He shouts at the sky.]
Goddammit, would you stop that song? It's fucking depressing. Play something a little more cheerful!
[The birds pause, settle back into the tree, and after a moment take up a new, much more upbeat tune.]
['Well, the rain falls down without my help, I'm afraid
And my lawn gets wet, though I've withheld my consent
When this grey world crumbles like a cake
I'll be hanging from the hope
That I'll never see that recipe again
As I walk, I think about a new way to walk
As I think, I'm using up the time left to think
And this train keeps rolling off the track
Trying to act like something else
Trying to go where it's been un-invited...']
...I fucking hate you. You know that, right?
[Wait, the birds are singing what?]
['Nothing's what it seems to be
I'm a replica, I'm a replica!
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me!']
[The soldier glares up at them, and takes a shot at one. It doesn't hit, of course, but several of them scatter. He shouts at the sky.]
Goddammit, would you stop that song? It's fucking depressing. Play something a little more cheerful!
[The birds pause, settle back into the tree, and after a moment take up a new, much more upbeat tune.]
['Well, the rain falls down without my help, I'm afraid
And my lawn gets wet, though I've withheld my consent
When this grey world crumbles like a cake
I'll be hanging from the hope
That I'll never see that recipe again
As I walk, I think about a new way to walk
As I think, I'm using up the time left to think
And this train keeps rolling off the track
Trying to act like something else
Trying to go where it's been un-invited...']
...I fucking hate you. You know that, right?