voice... testing... oh boy | canon: cesare

[aggraziato]

Haste, make haste. You fancy reason, like the dottori? Hone a blade of it:

What is a man without his shadow? A farce.

What is a farce without everyone's laughter? An insult.

What is an insult against honour? A wound.

What is a wound on Cesare Borgia? Your body bloating adrift in the Arno. Have my word of it.

You see, Madonna? Logic. Your logic has it Cesare keeps his man of shadow, and I do not follow you in your whim. Is that not so? That is so.

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[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ Cesare, oh Cesare, young but still full of hate
Must be seeking gravity to ask for a second date ♪

nm nm assassining around, you? : (

[aggraziato]

...don't give him verse. It goes to his head.

HEY WE GOT STUFF IN COMMON

[regretzio]

[strum]

♪: Micheletto? My vision lies!
You wear an extraordinary disguise!
You've lost weight...and height! And years!
And gotten rid of those raccoon eyes! ♪

IGNORE ME I'M WITH BARDZIO UP THERE

[pimpcoat]

[Can it stronzo]

[regretzio]

[NEVER]

[strum]

♪ I understand why your eyes sag
And your complexion pales
When you are up so late each night
Reading Cesare fairy tales ♪

[pimpcoat]

Do you have a deathwish, or are you simply exceedingly stupid?

[He's up late at night doing Cesare's dirty work, actually]

[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ In order that you may do your worst
You will have to catch me first~ ♪

[pimpcoat]

I have caught you once before, if you recall. Are you so eager for a repeat? Perhaps this time I will strangle you slowly, I was far too kind to you last time.

[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ If you try to extinguish me like a candle
BITCH I WILL STAB YOU WITH MY LUTE HANDLE ♪

sdklkf

[pimpcoat]

[...PFFFT.]

Go ahead and try, I am sorely lacking in good entertainment lately.

KEYWORDS.

[aggraziato]

[pimpcoat]

[Poor boy, there are benefits to the job but you'll look like me soon enough.]

[Working for Cesare most of your life does that to you.]

[aggraziato]

[ The job benefits are a lie.

The don't-worry-gut-blood-comes-off-that-cravat is a lie.

And the 'clean whores in Firenze' part is always a lie. ]

[pimpcoat]

[In Firenze? You mean in all of Italia.]

[The best thing to do is wear clothes that you don't care about when you're murdering people messily, but if you want to look your best at all times go for strangulation, man. No blood, no fuss.]

[aggraziato]

[ Future self, you are truly every psychopath's inspiration! ]

[pimpcoat]

[Oh you flatterer, I've just had a lot of time to practice~]

[aggraziato]

[ ....... ]

WE DO.

[aggraziato]

Signore, you give me flattery well
And so I shall earn it, here or in hell
For though your voice grinds more than I can tell
I thank you and hope your tongue I might sell ♪

[regretzio]

[delighted strum, completely ignoring the threat!]

♪Look, he sings too!
Micheletto, I like him much better than you!♪

[aggraziato]

You give me no rhythm, you barely give rhyme
Perhaps it is time to try pantomime? ♪

[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ As a man frequently on the run
I've heard every tune under the sun
All over the nation
I've heard each variation;
"Don't Quit Your Day Job" is a common one ♪

[aggraziato]

Your singing has bettered
Though your theme's so and so
Mind you don't go fettered
Or take a fall in the Arno ♪