5 ♦ songs
[Armed with an iPod and her singing not-quite-talent and followed by her quintet of Bits-the Quinbits-Harley's strutting her stuff through the halls to the kitchen for a late-night snack.]
♫ Why do I always feel I'm in the twilight zone and ♫
[DRAMATIC POSE + HIGH NOTE]
♫ I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY'S WATCHING MEEEEEEEEEEE (AND I HAVE NO PRIVACY) ♫
[Quinbits are circling wildly.]
Don't worry, babies, mama's gonna get you food. Look, here's the kitchen! Bon appetit!
[There's a rousing chorus of YES in answer. Four flit to various outlets located close by. The last heads straight to the microwave.]
Want me to turn that on for you, Groucho?
[And here's Harley skipping over to the microwave. She fiddles with the buttons, but it doesn't turn on. Groucho's muttering NO and sinking in disappointment.]
Don't worry, baby! Mama'll get it for you!
[And she kicks the microwave.
This is the entire first floor shaking from the BOOM.]
[OOC: OPEN OPEN OPEN. When something's being this loud, it's doubtful there's any privacy involved. By the way, if you need the microwave any time soon...don't. You won't be getting it. Destruction approved.]
♫ Why do I always feel I'm in the twilight zone and ♫
[DRAMATIC POSE + HIGH NOTE]
♫ I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY'S WATCHING MEEEEEEEEEEE (AND I HAVE NO PRIVACY) ♫
[Quinbits are circling wildly.]
Don't worry, babies, mama's gonna get you food. Look, here's the kitchen! Bon appetit!
[There's a rousing chorus of YES in answer. Four flit to various outlets located close by. The last heads straight to the microwave.]
Want me to turn that on for you, Groucho?
[And here's Harley skipping over to the microwave. She fiddles with the buttons, but it doesn't turn on. Groucho's muttering NO and sinking in disappointment.]
Don't worry, baby! Mama'll get it for you!
[And she kicks the microwave.
This is the entire first floor shaking from the BOOM.]
[OOC: OPEN OPEN OPEN. When something's being this loud, it's doubtful there's any privacy involved. By the way, if you need the microwave any time soon...don't. You won't be getting it. Destruction approved.]