AVERT YOUR EYES!
[A strange song begins playing around the CMA. The source? A boombox that Looker apparently found somewhere. Looker himself stands in front of it, his trenchcoat off. He runs a hand through his hair, smiles, and begins to sing. His words do not fit the beat of the song at all.]
♪ I am being... too sex appealing for my shirt
Too sex appealing for my shirt
So sex appealing it is hurting~ ♫
♪ And I am being... too sex appealing for a hat
Too sex appealing for a hat
What are you thinking about that~? ♫
♪ A model, I am being if you comprehend what I am meaning
And I am doing a little turning on the catwalk
Yes yes, on the catwalk, I am, yes yes~ ♫
[As if his singing wasn't bad enough, he starts half-dancing/half-stumbling to the beat while unbuttoning his shirt. What in the world could have possibly caused a disaster like this?!]
♪ I am being... too sex appealing for my shirt
Too sex appealing for my shirt
So sex appealing it is hurting~ ♫
♪ And I am being... too sex appealing for a hat
Too sex appealing for a hat
What are you thinking about that~? ♫
♪ A model, I am being if you comprehend what I am meaning
And I am doing a little turning on the catwalk
Yes yes, on the catwalk, I am, yes yes~ ♫
[As if his singing wasn't bad enough, he starts half-dancing/half-stumbling to the beat while unbuttoning his shirt. What in the world could have possibly caused a disaster like this?!]