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Last song, I think... I'm kind of brokenhearted, but not really because it means I can go listen to the fox song ad infinitum and learn how to successfully mimic each and every sound said forest-guardian can make. You know, to scream in space when it's getting too quiet.

This is so groovy? My groove, it's grooving. I don't believe I identify as a "hood girl" so this song isn't specifically directed towards me, but I, too, sometimes kiss my bicep because it's so pretty and I like myself so much. I also killed a dragon once and when I get back home I'm supposed to do it again? So, you know, I make them retire, I guess.

God, these guys are so cool. Can we be like them? I think I'd like it if you and I just hit Heropa one day, rented out a limousine or something, surrounded ourselves in hedonism and money and made it rain. Literally. I will literally use magic to summon storm clouds and make the rain that falls look like gold coins. That is literally within my capabilities.

This advice means something to me. I am sexy, and I am freaky. I am going to own these things and flaunt them from now on, rather than force them when I don't need to because I'm scared that if I don't talk all the time and keep myself entertaining then people will leave me or whatever. I think you are also a freaky man, Peter Maximoff. I know you have a girlfriend and that I tried to get you intimate with the step-on girl and you barred me from further access to your love life under certain restrictions, but I still want to play wingman with you. Like, think about it! You and me hitting the town and just kinda painting it red.

We should do that, actually. Without the wingman thing. It took me a while to process what I wanted because this song was so energetic and cool, but here's my proposal, OK:

Boy's night out, after space. You, me, maybe Magnus, if we can sneak him into the 18+ areas. No girlfriend or boyfriend or girl/boyfriend talk. Just the three of us going out and painting things red. Having fun together and being hungover the next morning. ARE YOU GOING TO RISE TO THE CHALLENGE MARK RONSON AND BRUNO MARS HAVE INSPIRED WITHIN ME? You better.