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(Fast forward. Ridley, you can set the scene.)
Drummer guy dude hit his sticks together a few times, and Raven began playing with the rest.
"Yepyep. Take one?"
"Aaaaaaand..." Raven passed a music sheet. "You can read it, right?"
"Here, check out these lyrics. See what you think." Raven produced a sheet of paper with the following lyrics, with a few notes scribbled in:...
"Ten or whatever," Asmo answered Star. Dusty nodded. "Indeed it is. That's likely why traffic has been increasing."
(Yeah, don't expect you to play catch up over 350 pages, so I'll say, my characters, Dusty, Azrael and Asmo are currently in the bar.)
(Ravens not at the bar.)
She gave him the hoof bump. "I might."
At the end, Raven gave a long whistle. "Damn. Think we got a single there."
"There's one in the sub-basement," Asmo replied. Dusty tilted his head, clearly confused. "How in Celestia's name do you know about that?" Asmo...
Raven grinned some joining him at the chorus, giving a positively blood-curdling growl.
"Then I'd say like a few hours now to figure out how to keep yourself and others from vanishing."
Raven readied herself and began to play. "You're a time traveler," said Asmo, "you've got infinite time."
Raven nodded. "Well... I think it's time I showed a stallion vocalist some love. Wanna do it?"
Azrael nodded. "Then I want back in. I believe Maya would have me storm through the front door while you lot get the back. If we have time for...
"You should call him... Asshat," Azrael said with a smirk.
Asmo cackled. "Just don't do that on the job, and we'll be fine!"
Dusty chuckled. "Heh, yes, I can see that." Asmo conjured a tentacle from the floor to stroke his chin. "Hmm... She's in."
"But you were not the one who was supposed to die," said Azrael. Dusty looked up at the ceiling mare. "Impressive. Stealthy."
