[Setting: Kenny’s small, dimly lit room. A modular rig hums quietly in the background. Monroe, Buny’s stuffed seal, sits on the bed. It’s late at night.]
Kenny:
You want me to patch Monroe into the Interstellar Radio? We can modulate your soul tonight.
Buny:
Nooo, he’ll go deaf again. Remember last time? He said he heard the witch laughing for a week.
Kenny:
That was you laughing, though. When I messed up the envelope curve and fried my headphones.
Buny:
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