00:00:09 // voice

[reaperspurt]

That rose's red, uh-
Curry's brown- wait.
I got Phones and Fro's back,
and I ain't never so happy t'see Rhyme again, man.

[A pause so long you think he's shut off the device by now]

WAIT- NONE A'YA HEARD THAT, AIIGHT?! NOBODY. NUH UH.

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[datedkingarthur]

Um...?

voice;

[reaperspurt]

Yo, wha's happenin'?

voice;

[datedkingarthur]

You like curry?

voice;

[reaperspurt]

Y'kiddin? CURRY'S TH'BOMB!

Voice;

[child_radical]

Too late.

Voice;

[reaperspurt]

Tick tock goes the clock
and I ain't ever make it.

Voice;

[child_radical]

Okay that's making even less sense than before.

Voice;

[reaperspurt]

Whatchu mean? Y'just don't get it, Fro. It's art!

[spiritofsorrow]

Your poetry is peculiar, although it seems that the entire city today woke possessed with the urge to rhyme. Or, not rhyme, as the case seems to be.

Curry?

voice;

[reaperspurt]

It's coo' when you ain't talkin' bout weird stuff.

Yeah, man! Curry!

Re: voice;

[spiritofsorrow]

Ha, ha. It looks like the impulse missed me, but then again, I've never been good with poetry.

What is curry?

voice; 1/3

[reaperspurt]

I ain't either. Those deities are smokin' somethin', I swear.

[skullsjr]

voice;

[reaperspurt]

Uh...

[skullsjr]

I didn't know you liked poetry. You don't have to keep that kind of thing a secret from me.

voice;

[reaperspurt]

WHA?! I totally don't! It's uh, it's this curse, Rhyme! I ain't good at this stuff anyway...

[endswithme]

Going for a new hobby, Beat?

voice;

[reaperspurt]

IT AIN'T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, PHONES!

voice

[endswithme]

Then what're you really doing?

voice

[reaperspurt]

Uh...rappin'.