[it's hardly easy, but mick manages to pull off a few reasonably decent dance moves as he shuffles to and fro. a well-timed nod and mick picks up where diana's left off.
it makes him miss martin stein more than he cares to admit. of course, the singing distraction then had had a purpose. this? he's not so sure beyond providing embarrassing fodder for the regulars at the bar to rub in his face, which would just result in a feedback loop of aggression until they sent him packing.
and despite that rather sobering fact, the words continue to pour from him in the form of song.]
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it makes him miss martin stein more than he cares to admit. of course, the singing distraction then had had a purpose. this? he's not so sure beyond providing embarrassing fodder for the regulars at the bar to rub in his face, which would just result in a feedback loop of aggression until they sent him packing.
and despite that rather sobering fact, the words continue to pour from him in the form of song.]
I popped him good. And I'd do it again.