[Kubo rolls his eyes, sighing as he riffs out a "tune" composed of strange noises. Somehow he woke up with as much a mastery of this weird electronic board as he had of his shamisen, so he knows exactly how to layer the burps, farts, groans, chewing, and so on to compose . . . something a person can sort of move to.]
At least the paper still listens to this music. So I can still use my powers if I have to.
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At least the paper still listens to this music. So I can still use my powers if I have to.