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Early in the morning... The chat is quiet... A peaceful Hisaishi piano track is playing.

caray: It is the power of the piano. It stuns you with its endless repetitive music until the notes bounce in your mind, having erased all grey cells like a pacman jack.
caray: *raise arms in grand gesture* BEWARE OF THE POWER OF THE PIANO!
caray: The end is near! the white and black keys will march in line in the street and the people will fall like stun flies to lay on the pavement and listen with eyes wide open and minds emptied!
charon_: *preparing chainsaw to stop the piano invasion*
caray: oh... wait... that's already happened. They are called potato coaches. *look through 101 book of doom*
alchemist: *imagines caray with a white robe and a gong, walking the streets*