Pink syrup No. 4 did nothing for his weakened vocal chords, "all the rage my ass", he said. He sounded worse after downing a bottle, plus he pooped fucsia. It was time to enter the tubes and propel upwards towards the city. He would just have to sing in a range, that he could handle. Once all the elders fell in love with him again, they would be putty in his hands. He will court Brunella, the principesa of Taqrah, and win her love for him, then he won't have to entertain these elders again, once married they will run the city forever...
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What a pink-pooping smart-ass!