[Unaware that his journal was even open much less recording, so have a singing Roxas.]

Rats I've dropped a teacup
How easily they break
I'm on my hands and knees until I pay for my mis-

Take off all your clothing
We've only just begun
We have no anesthesia
It's eighteen forty....

[Insert humming as he's forgotten some of the words.]

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