It's all fucked up! All of it. And it can only end badly
"He picked up the guitar with the broken strings and sat down to play. He tried to tease a semblance of a melody from the remaining three strings. All he managed was a series of scraping, half chords. The sound increasingly infuriated him. After trying for 5 more minutes he slapped the helpless guitar and angrily ripped the remaining chords from it. He found solace in the sudden quiet and lay down his head on the back of the sofa. without his permission, his eyes closed and he fell into a deep sleep."
Arrgh! there's a man in my bed!
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