[Voice]

[ridi_arlecchino]

[The audio feed ticks on, and a second later there comes a woman's voice heavy with a New York/New Jersey accent. She sings along in the most distracted way to the childhood tune of "Miss Susie", minus the customary claps.]Miss Harley had a headache, it was quite the dizzy spell

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[painhumbles]

Ohhh I think I'm gonna like you.

[But not like that. Because he is happily in a relationship. LOOK, JINX, HE JUST APPRECIATES CHILDISH HUMOR. SHH. :|]

[ridi_arlecchino]

Goodta know there's some accountin' for taste!

[painhumbles]

I'd say I was a man of wealth and taste, buuut most people attribute that to my brother. Not that the Stones were really experts on the subject to begin with, but, hey- can't argue with good music.

[ridi_arlecchino]

He's the black sheep of the family, huh?

[painhumbles]

The Prince of Darkness tends to put the kibosh in most family affairs, yeah.

[ridi_arlecchino]

Prince of Darkness? And what does that make you?

[painhumbles]

The Boogie-Woogie Bugle Boy of of the Heavenly Host.

[ridi_arlecchino]

An angel? Isn't that tootin' your own horn?

[painhumbles]

Not really. I kicked the horn ages ago.

[ridi_arlecchino]

Bet that took some brass.

[painhumbles]

Sure did. Too bad I blew it with the rest of the family.

[ridi_arlecchino]

Sounds like too much to hafta live up to anyways.

[painhumbles]

You're telling me. Always smite this, smite that, go tell it on the mountain- it gets old after awhile.

[ridi_arlecchino]

Really? I always thought smitin' sounded like a lotta fun...