Leanard sat infront of the soap opera, the entire orchestration released oddifying and half centric messages. While Leanard always loved a good soap opera, this one was gradually fading into the bubble bath, and that was not merely inexcusable, it was also rude for the viewers sake.
Violins churned out globbles of larvical spherionetic sound which would occasionally change into silence and singing birds (cleverly disguised as opera singers)
Leanard thought about the entire ordeal and realized that there was nothing wrong with the situation for once.
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