Ah, so you're angry because you wanted to play something together.

I thought it sounded cute.

I don't understand why you're mad

The captain, as always, doesn't appreciate the technology that arose within the circumstances that necessitated the MIDI format.

Hello fellow young adults, may I introduce you all to retro music. [Salieri's Tarare plays entirely in MIDI]

One of yours would be nice on the radio, Antonio.

Very well. Which would you like to play this time, Amadeus?

Ahhh, but isn't that what youth craves nowadays? A "throwback"?

He doesn't hate me, he simply wants to kill me.

Antonio! The captain demands a concert!

I could be a radio star.

I have a smoothie.

Do you want to say hello? [The ostrich pecks Mozart's hair.]

Oh, this is Klaus.

A smoothie.

I'm alive. How am I supposed to answer a question thrown to the air. @ me next time.

I tried the seven-corndogs-before-work breakfast.

Pancetta for Antonio~

Bossy.

Nein, I was out getting some cold cuts. That was dear Phantom, haunting the Opera as is his wont.

It's a little hurtful that most seem to prefer Antonio to me as a music teacher.

Love is in the air? Wrong, homicide attempts.

/ when u r writing yaoi and yuri simultaneously

Get yourself a man who thinks about you obsessively he can be thinking about murdering you that's okay.

[Returns from his month long pilgrimage of listening to every rap and country music for old men.] HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANTONIO

Bless you

The old man yaoi bit is funny, though.

Who are you talking about.

/ ok 5 is a good number. Don't peer pressure me until like two more weeks

For I am too easily devoured by my love.