Excuse me, everyone, but, I think that, ah... He's sick.
[
Timcanpy's being help up in front of a somewhat dirty mirror by the wings; indeed, the golem's not looking too fine. it keeps baring its teeth, flailing its arms, swinging-]
[the top of Allen's face isn't viewable, but there's a definite worried twist to his mouth.]
I... heard things about a 'virus,' but... what... exactly does that mean? If anyone could help, I'd like to thank you a lot--
[whereupon Timcanpy opens his mouth, in a mockery of a threatening roar, and a screen is projected. brief moment of the Magician tarot card, and then that
well-known video appears. Allen stumbles back, finally fully visible behind the semi-transparent projection, looking on the wrong side of surprised. he can't quite stop the exclamation:]
- What sort of music is this, anyway?!