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04/18/12(Wed)19:28 No.1364337>>1364295
“All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces,” he started to sing with with his best Gary Jules impression.
“Bright and early for their daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere,” Seth continued.
“Their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no expression,” Phoe sang.
“Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow,” Cereal took his turn.
Then all three in unison, “And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had. I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take, when people run in circles it’s a very, very...Mad world...Mad world.”
The last notes of the sorrowful song gently echoed in the large building. “I didn’t know you sang, Cereal.” Phoe turned her head and eyed him with a little smile.
Cereal smiled back, “Neither did I.” They had reached their destination; a small room sectioned off from the rest of the warehouse by flimsy plywood walls. The transformation room, Cereal took a steadying breath. “Seth, go get everypony gathered in the portal area, take a final count, I don’t want anypony left behind.” he looked at the strange contraption that filled up most of the little room, “Phoe, would you like to do the honors?” |
