[144.98750] Waking the dead

[swordfishtrombones]

[It was 4:30AM, that ungodly hour before the crack of dawn -- when anyone with any sense would be burrowed under their blankets, safe from the cold, harsh reality of the outside world.]

Good moooooorning, gentlemen! And especially ladies ♥

Back by popular request, it's your favorite morning power tune! "The Black Handkerchief of Happiness!" Sing along!

[What followed was a skilled (but nonetheless LOUD) violin ditty. It was accompanied by Brook singing along with the screeching, pounding melody line, seemingly as obnoxiously as possible. One could try to sleep through it, of course... if it ever ended.

suffer]

♪ Oh, White Handkerchief
Don't let him find you!
Run awaaaay! ♪

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[swordfishtrombones]

Where? Where you should be, young man! Getting a delightful view of the glorious morning sun!

[The sun was nowhere to be seen for a while yet frankly. This was at best wild optimism]

[mylastchance]

The sun? But it's dark here!

[swordfishtrombones]

All good things come to those who wait!

[Like maybe a couple hours. Satisfied that he'd roused enough slackers, Brook settled into a lazier-sounding tune.]

[mylastchance]

Ugh, why didn't I ever learn a silencing spell?

[swordfishtrombones]

Yes, you should really learn to think ahead. I'm ashamed of you.

[Despite not actually knowing him. But it was basically principle to pile on]

[mylastchance]

You deal with it then.

[There's the static sound of things moving and brushing against the microphone before a loud thunk and the line goes dead.]