- Me: Remind me next time I write something in the near-real world, like, modern, to have a garage band called "Alberich and the Gnomic Utterances."
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Me: They're discussing midgets down there.
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Me: Is that enough to make it make sense?
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Though actually, I might use it for The Chosen. It's the sort of thing that James would do.
If you were a semi-involuntarily shapeshifting-into-a-black-horse-with-glowing-eyes teenager with the personality of Puck, what instrument would you play?
Addendum:
- Me: So, what would James play?
Him: Coconuts?
Me: . . . you are aware that he's the one that turns into a horse, yes?
Him: Of course.
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