Angel

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thewizardguy said
Fine, I will.

Ok

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thewizardguy said
Link it!I needs links!

I cant link it! Im on my tablet. Look t up

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Link the song

Google it

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*Bob narrows his eyes*Bob: Sing, child, or it will be more than your voice that you will lose.

Angel sings creepin ant easy

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Bob: Why dear, voices are like souls, like fine wine. I wish to sample your voice, and if it is to my liking, I will add it to my collection. If you do not, your voice will be useless to you. As you obviously aren't using it, I'll simply remove music from you.*He smiles at you*Bob: Now, dear, hurry up. I'm growing annoyed now.

So I lose my voice ethir way? Not fair...

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Bob: But my dear, why would I do that? I don't need a mere box.*Bob sighs, as he leans back, yawning, as he looks at you with one eye*Bob: I'm growing bored, dear. Will you sing? Or will your voice be..... useless.

Angel:... Whats gonna happen if I do sing? And whats gonna happen if I dont?

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*Bob sighs, and nods his head*Bob: No no no. An empty box has no purpose. You see, the purpose of a box is to hold something. If it does not fulfill it's purpose, then it is useless.*Bob casually drops the box to the floor, crushing it to splinters with a single step of his polished boot*Bob: So, Angel, will you sing for me?

Angel: I cant sing. And whyd you do that?.. you could have put somethig in that box...

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Bob: Very good. Now, Angel, look at this.*Bob opens the box, and you see there's nothing in it*Bob: Angel, what is an empty box?

Angel: an empty box? A place to store stuff.

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Bob: So you were tortured as a child? Well then, I should have a word with thest I?*Bob smiles, and those that did not know him would have called thesmile kind. Or at least, those that could not see his eyes*Bob: Say, Angel, what do you know about boxes?

Angel: "they can be made from many diffrent things and can come in diffrent shapes, sizes, and colors. They store things.

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Bob: Tsk tsk tsk.... what a rude, nasty little girl you are.*He waves, and a faceless man in a suit walks in, carrying a box on a red cushion. The man places the cusihion on Bob's lap, and then leaves, disappearing into thin air. Bob carefully, delicately lifts the box. It's ornate wood, covered in markings and decorations*Bob: Do tell your family that they should have raised you better. So impolite.

Whats wih the box? And my parents dint raise me, I was raised by the minecraft gods who assighned me impossible tasks and tourtured me eveytime i failed. My parents are dead.