Having finished their discussion with the disk jockey, Syb and Mitz exchange excited glances as the MC whips out a pair of <span class="mu-g">MICROPHONES</span> from behind his setup! Handing one over to Syb and holding on to the second for a moment, the record-spinnin’ skeleton gains the dance floor’s attention by rapping the device with his bony knuckles!
“<span class="mu-s">LADIES AN’ GENTLEBONES, let me be the first to say on the behalf of SKELE-TUNES PRE-APOCALYPTIC RADIO, no longer your 24 Hour stop for BEATS TO KILL MEATBAGS TO and now just the only radio station in town! Anyways, we’ve had nothin’ short of a BLAST playin’ the tunes for ya’ tonight! How we doin’ so far!?</span>”
The question is answered with an almost <span class="mu-s">deafening</span> roar of cheers, gunfire, and smashing bottles!
“<span class="mu-s">Yea, think I’ll take that as a ‘YES’!</span>” The MC laughs, ribs rattling from the power behind it! “<span class="mu-s">Anyways, no clue why us numskulls didn’t think it up sooner, but these two lovely ladies here are gonna give you a lil’ ditty yer’ gonna flip yer’ lids over! Hold on to your hats, folks, and give it up for SYBIL and MITZI as they perform… what’s it called again, doll?</span>”
“This one’s an old favorite of mine… <span class="mu-b">HEAVEN BY THE DASH LIGHT!</span>” Answers Syb!
“Dedicated, of course, to America’s Sweetheart herself: Stanley Parble! Say hi, ya’ little gremlin, you!”
At Mitzi’s mention, a spotlight shines on your face prompting another massive round of applause and cheers! One guy even throws his eyepatch at you–score!
“Anyways, she dared us to do this, so if we suck then you know who to beat up! Alright, let’s rock!”
Ignoring your angry fist-shaking, Mitzi snaps and points at the DJ like she’s Alvis Priestly or something prompting the song to start!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C11MzbEcHlw“Dis’ song sounds familiar, somehow…” Ly muses as Syb kicks things off with a catchy tune about a car or something?
“<span class="mu-r">Whatever it is, I LIKE it!</span>” Nats chirps as a bartender slides a fresh drink over your way. “<span class="mu-r">When’s OUR turn??</span>”
Dude, you’ve got, like, a <span class="mu-i">million</span> other things to do tonight–you’ll SEE, you reply as you take a hearty sip from the mug!
When it dawns on you that this is gonna be a long song, you contemplate what to do next as your dumbass friends sing their hearts out to the movin’ and groovin’ dance floor below!
>TALK TO DENISE MORE!>CHAT UP LY AND NATS!>A SURPRISE PAL SHOWS UP TO THE BAR! (WHO? NOT DENISE, SYB, OR MITZ FOR OBVIOUS REASONS)>YOU ARE WOEFULLY SOBER. DRINK SOMETHING STRONGER!>JUST LISTEN TO THE DAMN SONG, YOU BAD FRIEND, YOU!>WRITE-IN! 