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[Fujiko is chilling out in what people might recognize as decorated pretty much like Lupin's apartment. She's singing softly to herself and tinkering with something strange, albeit mechanical.]
They tried to draft us
But we don't wanna go
The man can't keep us down
Cuz oh yeah we know....
[She pauses and gives up on the song, focusing instead momentarily on snapping a spring into place, though this gets a quiet little "banzai!" of delight. Success; whatever it was.]
Tie em, push 'em down
The Energizer Bunny
Just keeps on runnin'
But there ain't no cure
For Luceti Winter Blues
[Cute frown and a pout.] No wait, that line's terrible... [Sighs and runs a hand through her hair, then taps her little mechanics into device, which mostly just looks extremely dangerous and flashes knifes and other cutting utensils on swinging springs before she taps it it again with a pen to make it stop and settle down.]
Writing music is really hard. "But there ain't no cure --
For Luceti's Barrier Blues??" [She just shrugs.] Someone else should do this, it's too hard. Tell Elvis I quit. Anyone want to write a protest song? I am going to stick to making earrings.
[Earrings. Yes, apparently that death trap from hell she's playing with? It's an earring. Of course it is. Who wouldn't wear such death traps on their ears right next to their head and necks... it's so shiny. And then the other "earring" goes off and just starts smoking.] Uh-oh... guess I shouldn't have borrowed Lupin's gunpowder. [She's just gonna... try to blow that out.... yeah... be back shortly; experiencing technical difficulties and all that.]
They tried to draft us
But we don't wanna go
The man can't keep us down
Cuz oh yeah we know....
[She pauses and gives up on the song, focusing instead momentarily on snapping a spring into place, though this gets a quiet little "banzai!" of delight. Success; whatever it was.]
Tie em, push 'em down
The Energizer Bunny
Just keeps on runnin'
But there ain't no cure
For Luceti Winter Blues
[Cute frown and a pout.] No wait, that line's terrible... [Sighs and runs a hand through her hair, then taps her little mechanics into device, which mostly just looks extremely dangerous and flashes knifes and other cutting utensils on swinging springs before she taps it it again with a pen to make it stop and settle down.]
Writing music is really hard. "But there ain't no cure --
For Luceti's Barrier Blues??" [She just shrugs.] Someone else should do this, it's too hard. Tell Elvis I quit. Anyone want to write a protest song? I am going to stick to making earrings.
[Earrings. Yes, apparently that death trap from hell she's playing with? It's an earring. Of course it is. Who wouldn't wear such death traps on their ears right next to their head and necks... it's so shiny. And then the other "earring" goes off and just starts smoking.] Uh-oh... guess I shouldn't have borrowed Lupin's gunpowder. [She's just gonna... try to blow that out.... yeah... be back shortly; experiencing technical difficulties and all that.]
