I’m fleeing a horde of Broadway thespians, they’re all trying to sing inane conversational verses at me (yeah, Rent and Moulin Rouge were good, but otherwise I don’t need to hear you sing about brushing your teeth or watching TV).  Asinine lyrics pour over me, and one of my eardrums bursts.  I stumble like I’ve been shot by a sniper, blood pouring from my ears.  My heart beats wildly and I turn to face these theater nerds coming at me with their unrepentantly bad music.  Open my eReader to Echo.  Magic flash.  A guitar in the shape of a battle-axe that’s festooned with red-eyed skulls appears in the air in front of me, revolving mystically.  I grab it and start wailing on it.  Metal riffs start blasting out from it and I’m scream-singing, “Call me Master.  MASTER!”  Tangible waves of Metal wash over the theater nerds, hitting the Brown Note and causing them to soil themselves.  They flee in a stinky, howling mess.  For some reason they do it on all fours, like Gollum.

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