[Heheh. How hard could it be? -- Well, it'll be super easy for Pickles, once he finds someone with a suitably normal-ass body for Murderface to infect. (No way is he giving that guy a handsome face like Jeff's. ...He is obviously pretending he has any say in the matter, here.)]
Yeaaaa, dude, alright...
[Pickles stares at the drums in front of him for a second, trying to conjure up the song that he should know. Thankfully, the moment he sets stick to tom, it's like the music just moves right on through him. Muscle memory that isn't even part of these muscles, the same way Thunderhorse had come unbidden --
It's a slower groove than he's used to, but there's no denying the drumbeat is a fun one. Fuck, it's been so long, long enough that he's giggling barely any way into the song.]
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Yeaaaa, dude, alright...
[Pickles stares at the drums in front of him for a second, trying to conjure up the song that he should know. Thankfully, the moment he sets stick to tom, it's like the music just moves right on through him. Muscle memory that isn't even part of these muscles, the same way Thunderhorse had come unbidden --
It's a slower groove than he's used to, but there's no denying the drumbeat is a fun one. Fuck, it's been so long, long enough that he's giggling barely any way into the song.]