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Plunk.
Plunk.
Plunk.
Ford Prefect sighed and dug around in his satchel. He wanted music, but the jukebox wasn't in a cooperative mood. He had attempted sweet talking it, threatening it, and even attempted taking the thing apart to reprogram it, but all in vain. The jukebox remained exasperatingly silent.
After the failure of his earlier attempts at persuasion, Ford decided to try a more subtle approach. He would annoy the thing into submission. Digging another rock out of his satchel, he took careful aim.
Plunk.
There was a tense moment as machine and rock wielding Betelgeusian stared each other down. A few hesitant clanking noises came from the depths of the jukebox, then it was silent once more. Ford frowned and got ready to throw again when he heard another lifeform come in, probably about to state the obvious about the growing pile of rocks on the floor. He turned himself to face them, but he barely caught a glimpse before the stubborn machine across from him roared to life, capturing his full attention with the first few notes.
"The warden threw a party at the county jail..."
Ford leapt up from the couch with a whoop and started to dance. It was a little bit like a tribal jungle dance, a little bit like the twist, and quite a bit like a choreographed seizure. Mainly it was just Ford and he kept at it triumphantly, singing along with The King, completely ignoring whoever had come in the room. Mere mortals were inconsequential before the power of The King's music.
Plunk.
Plunk.
Ford Prefect sighed and dug around in his satchel. He wanted music, but the jukebox wasn't in a cooperative mood. He had attempted sweet talking it, threatening it, and even attempted taking the thing apart to reprogram it, but all in vain. The jukebox remained exasperatingly silent.
After the failure of his earlier attempts at persuasion, Ford decided to try a more subtle approach. He would annoy the thing into submission. Digging another rock out of his satchel, he took careful aim.
Plunk.
There was a tense moment as machine and rock wielding Betelgeusian stared each other down. A few hesitant clanking noises came from the depths of the jukebox, then it was silent once more. Ford frowned and got ready to throw again when he heard another lifeform come in, probably about to state the obvious about the growing pile of rocks on the floor. He turned himself to face them, but he barely caught a glimpse before the stubborn machine across from him roared to life, capturing his full attention with the first few notes.
"The warden threw a party at the county jail..."
Ford leapt up from the couch with a whoop and started to dance. It was a little bit like a tribal jungle dance, a little bit like the twist, and quite a bit like a choreographed seizure. Mainly it was just Ford and he kept at it triumphantly, singing along with The King, completely ignoring whoever had come in the room. Mere mortals were inconsequential before the power of The King's music.