Funny you should ask that! All you really have to do is... [ Honestly, even if he weren't high as balls right now, Coop would absolutely answer that question. He rises up to a sitting position and is crab-walking himself to turn around, pointing at his rear before the supposed music grows louder.
And so he lifts his hand. And he starts snapping. The beat's erratic, his internal metronome broken, but that's okay. In his ears, it makes perfect sense. ]
You know this one, right?
[ It's him. He's the one singing. Random-ass syllables. But he's singing.
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And so he lifts his hand. And he starts snapping. The beat's erratic, his internal metronome broken, but that's okay. In his ears, it makes perfect sense. ]
You know this one, right?
[ It's him. He's the one singing. Random-ass syllables. But he's singing.
Lord help them. ]