Alright let's do this.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

 ...Clones?


Clones. You want me to go to a goddamn island in the goddamn future full of self aware clones.

And you want me to be a clone along with the rest of the madhouse.

No, no, and no. Not gonna happen. I don't care if there's a clone of Jim, I don't care if the whole damn command crew is there in clone form, I'm not going.  Between space or the clones, I'll take space in a heartbeat; flares and Klingons and hobgoblins and all.

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[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Well I'm gonna screech and sour until the damn conductor lets me sit out. Poor players are usually kicked out of the concert hall, not dragged along kicking and screaming.

these two are r i d i c u l o u s also omg your bones ❤

[designates]

Seems to be more of a mandatory school concert than a professional philharmonic.

fff thank you

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

So instead of being fired I'm stuck in the back with the triangle. Lucky me.

[designates]

I was thinking cowbell, but the triangle works.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

I don't recall many cowbells in school symphonies. Then again I don't remember being forced into one either.

[designates]

Maybe it's just a Louisiana thing. [ that was an attempt at humor. which is why it wasn't funny at all. ]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Probably. Can't say much since my grade school allowed kazoos.