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[celestialpervert]

[Hear that Heropa? That's the sound of what should be a destitute lounge singer. The sound of smite worthy caterwauling. Yes, ladies and gents, it's Celine Dion and that hell worthy song from that movie we all hate.

At least Balthazar hates it. With a passion. The camera is pointed towards the source, a simple radio while in the corner the angel seems to be scrambling for something heavy enough to hit it with.]

Unacceptable. Un-bloody-acceptable! This bloody fecking song!

[He comes up with a thick hardcover book and throws it. It does nothing, bouncing off the radio and there's a string of curses in french and gaelic. Balthazar doesn't seem to be away that this is being filmed. Someone wanna give him a heads up before he smites himself?]

Comments

[larker]

NO! We're going to take this song, bury it down a mineshaft, and then set the mineshaft on fire. It'll make Centralia, PA look like a poor bonfire.

[closetshark]

Tech, I can store it in the marinaras trench until I have a use for it. It's such a glorious horror it would be a shame to not use it for such purposes!

[larker]

No. I refuse to let it be kept in this world. I refuse to stay IN a world that has this offensive noise.

That being said?

We're going to kill Celine Dion.

[closetshark]

Oh you can kill her all you like, I just want the radio that plays nothing else but that warbling.

[larker]

You have terrible taste, you know that? I'd go crazy having to listen to that shit more than once. It's an abomination in it's purest form.

[closetshark]

Who said I would be listening to it? I have people I hate.