WEEK 6

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Almost like some kind of curse, the more lame the motive, the more horrible the murder turns out to be

The next land is open, and this appears to be the last one you're getting, as from here it closes the loop around the park.

... You might be able to see a familiar face there this week too. Take that as you will.]

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[standsforrevenge]

[Well, it's been over 24 hours and Gandhi hasn't gone back on his goal to get clean. In fact, he's even at the gym today, pumping iron!

...But with how skinny he is, he can only use the smallest weights, so he looks ridiculous.

Later on, the most basic drum loop ever can be heard coming from the music room, and looking inside reveals Gandhi throwing hand signs while going uh! and yeah! a lot before breaking into his newest verse:]

G-Spot rocks Moron Mountain!
G-Spot rocks Moron Mountain!

What's my name? (G-Spot!)
What do I rock? (Moron Mountain!)

[The 'song' repeats like ten times before finishing with more yeahs!]

Say no to drugs! G-Spot out!

Music Room

[in4apounding]

...Is that like a self-motivational thing?

[She was just passing by and what is this.]

[standsforrevenge]

YO, Penny! When I say G, you say Spot!

G! [points to her.]

[in4apounding]

...Spot?

[What is happening]

[Gandhi did you get back into the weeds again already, for shame.]

[standsforrevenge]

I can't HEAR you!

[in4apounding]

...I SAID SPOT, CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?

[standsforrevenge]

Hell yeah, that's what's up!

[He's got some kind of makeshift soundboard cobbled together from equipment in the room, and he presses a bunch of buttons seemingly at random.]

Check it- I'm working on my next album!

[in4apounding]

Album- Oh! That was music.

[That makes a little more sense than just randomly doing self-encouragement chants in the music room.]

It's very. ...Unique. I haven't heard anything like it.

[standsforrevenge]

Yeah, dude, G-Spot's really underground. No surprise you've never heard of me before!

[gandhi you're literally from another dimension.]

[in4apounding]

I don't get much chance to listen to music anyway.

[feels bad man]

Is your work popular back home? ...For. Um. Being underground.

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[thegreateggscape]

[She was drawn by the basic drum loop, expecting some kind of party she'd need to tell people to stop having, but nothing could've prepared her for this.]

What are you doing?

[standsforrevenge]

I'm making art, duh.

[thegreateggscape]

This...is art?

music room

[udderly]

[what]

Uh. Nice skills there, "G-Spot."

[standsforrevenge]

What can I say? I'm a natural-born performer.

[gandhi you were grown in a lab.]

[udderly]

[....... [x] doubt]

So I'm guessing you don't want this weed the green goblin man gave me.

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[studentbody]

[Cleo's just standing in the doorway, half-amused and half-horrified at what Gandhi seems to think is...rap. When the song is over, she snorts.]

'Say no to drugs'? You've literally been smoking weed for two weeks.

[standsforrevenge]

Yeah, and it ruined my life! Drugs are bad, Cleo!

[studentbody]

How did it 'ruin your life'? By turning you into a moron who goes by 'G-Spot'?

[standsforrevenge]

I slept with Audrey and I don't remember doin' it!

[studentbody]

[Cleo's eyes go. Very wide.]

You got laid? Before I did? What is this world coming to?

[standsforrevenge]

Right!? And I can't even brag about it because I don't remember it happening!

[studentbody]

That's hysterical and also, like, the saddest thing ever.

[Cleo crosses over to sit down at the piano bench, plunking out a few random notes.]

...You do know a 'g-spot' is a part of the vagina, right?

[standsforrevenge]

....

..........

Say what.

[studentbody]

[giant eye-roll. Of course he didn't.]

You're so lucky you have me to guide you, Gandhi. Otherwise people might think you're a complete idiot.

[see? she's being nice! she called him not-a-complete idiot!]