A B B A G D Sharp!
"This microphone smells like bologna! Who out there isn't sharing?!"
The Captain reveals himself as the band's drummer. Not the villain I (and the FBI agents I called) thought him to be.
"Really folks, he's harmless."
"Hahaha. Wait, what are we laughing about again?"
The whole band. Singing, playing, or wondering if his cattle will survive in Farmville if he doesn't get back until late tonight."
Singing.
Rocking out.
"Any of you dare me to lick this microphone? I'll do it."
"Hahaha. I forgot that it smells like bologna. It tastes like bologna too! Also, electricity & metal."
"Tambourine, bongo drums, where the hell is my cymbal?!"
The Deep Blue Gang.
"Some of you seem a bit overexcited. I'm going to have to ask you to simmer down now."
Giving the keyboard that gentle touch.
