[It may be late in the day, but Puck's holed up in his room having a solo jam session with the guitar he got from the closets, which happens to be broadcast to everyone in the mansion.
He's chilling out playing the chords to the song he wrote,
Big Ass Heart, unaware that people can actually see and hear him
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After a few minutes he starts singing the actual song, gradually growing louder until pretty soon he's at full volume.]
My girl went to the doctor 'cause her heart had palpitations. He said cut the carbs, or else she'd end up pushing up carnations...
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...What the hell kind of lyrics are those?
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[Totally not happy that she surprised him. He stops singing and glares.]
They're badass lyrics.
[And that's all the explanation he's going to give you for right now.]
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Quit your fucking noise pollution or I will come over there and shove that thing so far up your ass it stabs your tiny brain.
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Why you gotta hate, man?
[He cracks his knuckles.]
Good thing I don't know where you're at, or I'd get all up in your face, and it wouldn't be pretty.
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Slow, bloodthirsty grin spreading across his face here.]
Tenth floor, room 110. I'd love to see you try, trash.
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It's already been brought.
[Puck makes his way from the first floor to the tenth, and without really thinking, he attempts to break his way in.]
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You are an excellent musician, señor!
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Thanks, bro.
[Finally, someone who appreciates his talent.]
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[BRB, he's getting a mandolin.
Okay, hes' back!] Care to play with me?
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What songs do you know?
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Otherwise Masky is gonna bury the comm under a rock in the forest and forget about it.*
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He's still totally oblivious to anything but his playing, however. Poor Masky.]
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