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[mend_and_defend]

Bob has been told, many many times, that while his guitar-playing skills are excellent, his singing ability is... significantly less so. Thus, although he still enjoys singing to himself, he avoids doing it in public.

But today, as he walks in the door, he hears music in the air, and he just can't help himself. He screeches out:

"I got my first

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[mycursedface]

Medusa will. Oh, she will. Once she unplugs her fingers from her ears and whimpering along with her snakes.

[mend_and_defend]

Bob is oblivious as he sings into an imaginary microphone:

"Me and some guys from school
Had a band and we tried real hard
Jimmy quit and Jody got married
Shoulda known we'd never get far..."

[mycursedface]

"BOB!"

Now, Medusa can't yell like Euryale can. No one can yell like Euryale can. But when Gorgons scream, their voice is high, shrill and piercing as a flute.

It tends to get people's attention.

[mend_and_defend]

"GAH!" Bob jumps about three feet in the air, then turns and glares in Medusa's general direction. "What?"

[good_or_awesome]

"Bob?" the wrestleman interjects in another strand of time. "Nothin' against you as a person, or as a Guardian... but if you busted out that singing voice in one of your Games, I'm pretty sure you'd blow the User's speakers out."

[mend_and_defend]

"B-but..." Bob puts on the Sad Guardian Face. "but the music..."

[good_or_awesome]

So, it wasn't just him and The Cheat that it got to? Freakin' Milliways, man. Still, Strong Bad's not going to try and fight this; he doesn't know where it's coming from, and punching random people would get him locked up. Might as well let Bob get it out of his system; it seems to've let go of Strong Bad after one song, anyways.

"Oh, all right. Just lemme get to a safe listening distance." He backs off a bit - still close enough that he can hear the singing, but no so close that he has to hear it. "Let 'er rip."

[mend_and_defend]

Bob starts singing again, but has wisely switched to something less screechy.

"Now look at them yo-yos, that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin', that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and your chicks for free..."

[whatsshakinpox]

From another part of the room, one undertall alien menace heard this caterwauling and gritted his teeth, making a "Yeesh" kind of noise. Afterwhich, he calmly stepped over to the bar, silently jetpack-hops over into it to place a quiet over, and then appears once more to stand on top of the actual bar wearing own of those Doom Prophet signs that says "WE'RE DOOMED!" on one said, and "REPENT!" on the other. Time to boost the local moral...the Crypto way.

"Repent, for the end is nigh! Your souls and DNA are in peril at the coming of the black siren! Your only salvation is with the church of Aarkvoodle! Come forth, or perish in the wails of madness!"

Armageddon, thy name is...Bob?

[mend_and_defend]

Bob is cheerfully oblivious to the portentous qualities of his singing.

"Oh when I look back now
The summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Yeah, I'd always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life..."

[whatsshakinpox]

"Beware! The summer will seem to last forever, but it won't! Because the senseless singing will not stop and all will be consumed in the black hole of stupidity!"

Now, it comes down to this. Which one of them is actually worse?

[mend_and_defend]

It just so happens that at that moment there's a break in the singing, and Bob becomes aware of the ranting alien on the bartop.

"...is there a problem?"

[first_sixth]

How fortunate for the population of the bar in general that Tommy does not hear the jam session. Then he, too, would be obliged to join in, and he's very probably just as abysmal a vocalist as Bob is. Even better that he didn't walk in during the verse about faggots, because Bob probably would've learned exactly what all of that meant -- in short order, and from the earring-bedecked horse's mouth.

How unfortunate for the Ranger's ears, however, that he shows up when he does; he winces and promptly sticks his fingers in the now-pained orifices in an effort to block out the noise.

Yes, noise. Because this is definitely not music. It may in fact be more destructive than Kira.

"BOB!" he bellows over the screeching sprite. "CUT IT OUT, MAN!"

[mend_and_defend]

Bob winces at the shout. "Okay, okay! Sheesh... you try to enjoy yourself a little and everyone gets on your case about it..."

[ooc: Must beg slowtime, as I am on my way to bed.]

[first_sixth]

Tommy warily lessens the seal in one ear, before lowering his hands entirely.

"Sorry, Bro, but the last time I heard something like that, it was a recording of my performance in my Vocal Creativity class back in high school. If memory serves my friends got ahold of the tape and burned it. Something about it being inhuman to even keep it around, much less play it."

At least Tommy sympathises with a) the urge to sing when you're by yourself, and b) the "oh spirits, my ears, they BLEED" reaction?

[OOC: No worries, slowtime is love. Just had to tag in -- especially on the off-chance that Bob starts up again and Tommy joins in, because I think that might qualify as a Sign of the Apocalypse.]

[mend_and_defend]

"...it's really that bad?"

Uh-oh, Tommy. You triggered the Sad Guardian Face.