Okay, you babes of jazz, let's pick up the pace. Let's make the parties longer, let's make the skirts shorter. Let's all go to hell in a fast car and keep it hot!
[He finally finds his way into the backyard and is immediately greeted by Queen being played far too loudly over some speakers. Any other time, he'd be glad to hear it, but now? Not in the mood.] I'm here. Finally.
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