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On a sudden impulse you stop at a corner and burst into song,
making it up as you go along.
"Oh the Big Black Void
makes me paranoid!
It gave me such a slam,
I don't know where I am!"
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People applaud.
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They boo.
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They throw money at you.
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They throw stale doughnuts at you.
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Someone shouts "Hey, you came from the Black Void too?"
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Someone whispers "Ixnay on the ack-blay oid-vay! It's secret!" A second voice shushes "Ssssh!"
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The Muse of Rowdy Ballads accosts you.
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The Story Cops approach, carrying a warrant to confiscate you vocal cords
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