[Okay, so she hadn't shown her face on the vine since her first day. Well, that time shouldn't count as it was an accident anyway! The Vine, it was just a dirty birdy pervert, sneaking up on young women in the night. Add to the fact that, well, Marceline was clueless as to how to work it; however, she was talked through it and it sunk in. The image, after it finally decided to focus, showed Marceline's face up close and personal. She had the expression of someone that was mad as hell but didn't have the energy to act on it. She cracked her knuckles one good, loud, excruciating to hear time before she finally spoke.]
"This song goes out to the thief that royally junked up my night!"
[Well, she didn't have her axe bass back yet so the birds accompanied her. Really, it took the edge out of the song but she guessed she would have to deal with it. Air guitar, that was still awesome right?]
❝If I see you around again,
I'm going to rip your face clean off!
Aw yeah you tailed thief, I'm going to sink in my fangs and drain you like a slab of beef!
What you did was totally lame, we weren't even playing in your stupid game! Oh, no!❞
[She stopped singing, giving a grunt of annoyance. She was too tired, upset and hungry after what happened to even think! Words were just failing and hard. At least -
her voice- recovered enough from the screaming for her to sing decently, yeah. Giving a good long look into the vine, Marceline gave a low growl.]
"I really mean every last flipping word of that, don't try me. You know who you are!"