[There's only so much of Moments someone like Damian can handle. For now, this is enough!! He doesn't want Summer to know he's all mushy on the inside, and he's pretty sure Summer doesn't want him to know she's all mushy on the inside either. It's a mutual respect between them.
"You're soft, and I'm soft, but let's pretend we're tough."]
I'm thrilled to be serenaded by the 80s. [He gives the closest horse a final pat along the neck, then wanders back to the well with Summer.] And this is what you want to put on the board?
...Okay, in fairness, I was mostly just saying that to fuck with you.
[Is she allowed to say "fuck" in front of a kid? She had this problem with Jon, too. Oh, well, it's not like she's not already going to hell anyway.]
But yeah, like. It's not just that it's a joke, it's a pop culture reference to a real phenomenon that happened back when this song first came out. It was such a massive hit that real people actually started calling 867-5309 to see what would happen, and it turned out it belonged to an actual real person who eventually changed their phone number because people wouldn't stop calling them because of this damn song. It's like the original meme.
[...]
And I mean, it's doubly funny because there aren't any phones here, so you couldn't call Jenny if you even wanted to.
[Jon is a soft, pure, sensitive boy. Damian has rubbed off on Jon a little, but at the core, Jon is definitely an oooooo-you-cussed-stop!!, and Damian is a fuck-you-too-bitch.]
Humanity is ridiculous. [Which is coming straight from a thirteen year old human.] Fine. Add it to the board, but it'll only serve as confusion for half the people here who won't get it.
Then it'll turn into a giant conspiracy theory much like the giant disaster of that chain letter which is still circling the entire town.
In other words, I will have at best created a mystery and at worst acted as an agent of chaos, and either way I think that's probably a win, on some level.
[She shrugs, waving away the 80's stylings of Tommy Tutone and letting the magic fade into silence before queueing up another one.]
Anyway, this one might go a little wonky in the lyrics, but here.
[And wouldn't you know it, it's Nightwish, just as promised. And indeed, here and there the vocals go a little muddled, making it hard to really distinguish the words, while in other places it's crisp and clear.]
Don't just assume being an agent of chaos is a good thing.
[Oh-- NICE.
It's interesting to see how the "radio" works under the conditions Summer mentioned. Not knowing the song very well causing some things to be unclear, but no less familiar and intriguing.
He really can't help--well, it isn't a smile necessarily, more of a smirk, but it's there nonetheless. Is Damian actually amused about something? Sure is.] Amaranth. [Hm...
He turns to glance back at the horses if they're even still corporal, if not, he'll just gaze at the empty space where they had been.] Did you name them yet?
[They're still there! They last an hour so The Chums™ will have to really get engrossed in their discussion to hang out long enough for the horses to disappear before their very eyes.]
I don't actually know if they're always the same horse, or if they're different horses every time. I usually call the one I ride "Tornado", though.
[A name that she very specifically pronounces with a heavy Spanish accent.]
...That's another dumb TV reference, by the way. I'll just give it to you, rather than making you guess.
[Another flick of her hand, and Amaranth dissipates; in sharp contrast, every note and syllable of the song that replaces it is sharp and crystal-clear, practically commercial quality.]
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"You're soft, and I'm soft, but let's pretend we're tough."]
I'm thrilled to be serenaded by the 80s. [He gives the closest horse a final pat along the neck, then wanders back to the well with Summer.] And this is what you want to put on the board?
Because it's a joke?
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[Is she allowed to say "fuck" in front of a kid? She had this problem with Jon, too. Oh, well, it's not like she's not already going to hell anyway.]
But yeah, like. It's not just that it's a joke, it's a pop culture reference to a real phenomenon that happened back when this song first came out. It was such a massive hit that real people actually started calling 867-5309 to see what would happen, and it turned out it belonged to an actual real person who eventually changed their phone number because people wouldn't stop calling them because of this damn song. It's like the original meme.
[...]
And I mean, it's doubly funny because there aren't any phones here, so you couldn't call Jenny if you even wanted to.
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Humanity is ridiculous. [Which is coming straight from a thirteen year old human.] Fine. Add it to the board, but it'll only serve as confusion for half the people here who won't get it.
Then it'll turn into a giant conspiracy theory much like the giant disaster of that chain letter which is still circling the entire town.
What else have you got?
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[She shrugs, waving away the 80's stylings of Tommy Tutone and letting the magic fade into silence before queueing up another one.]
Anyway, this one might go a little wonky in the lyrics, but here.
[And wouldn't you know it, it's Nightwish, just as promised. And indeed, here and there the vocals go a little muddled, making it hard to really distinguish the words, while in other places it's crisp and clear.]
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[Oh-- NICE.
It's interesting to see how the "radio" works under the conditions Summer mentioned. Not knowing the song very well causing some things to be unclear, but no less familiar and intriguing.
He really can't help--well, it isn't a smile necessarily, more of a smirk, but it's there nonetheless. Is Damian actually amused about something? Sure is.] Amaranth. [Hm...
He turns to glance back at the horses if they're even still corporal, if not, he'll just gaze at the empty space where they had been.] Did you name them yet?
The horse. Or horses.
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I don't actually know if they're always the same horse, or if they're different horses every time. I usually call the one I ride "Tornado", though.
[A name that she very specifically pronounces with a heavy Spanish accent.]
...That's another dumb TV reference, by the way. I'll just give it to you, rather than making you guess.
[Another flick of her hand, and Amaranth dissipates; in sharp contrast, every note and syllable of the song that replaces it is sharp and crystal-clear, practically commercial quality.]
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1957 to '59. My father enjoys it. He likes a lot of older television shows and movies. He has a collection of them for the theater room.
I will accept that name for your horse.
[As if it had been his decision on whether or not it's a good name all along.]