[Beware world, for Demyx has discovered a CD player in his closet.

And I hope you ninth floor residents (or the poor sod with the drippy ceiling directly below room 009) don't mind your Tuesday tea time interrupted by Demyx's idea of a mid-afternoon soak.

And by 'soak', we mean Bobby Darin blasting out of the speakers at max volume.]

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