[and there's a pained looking pony princess glancing over at Phoenix. The song's definitely over, so there's a brief glow of magic surrounding his cymbals and muffling them.
One ear slowly resumes its normal position now that the din is over, though the other remains firmly plastered against her skull.]
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One ear slowly resumes its normal position now that the din is over, though the other remains firmly plastered against her skull.]