Philosophy, Eh?

Still smarting from the, "Surgery in your medibay's about as safe
as putting your head in front of a blind lumberjack and shouting
TIMBER!" comment, Keto only briefly glanced down at the lyric sheet
for the song while keeping one eye on Chrysler and inwardly running
through several ideas for differing degrees of torture that might
just slip through into the definition of 'legal'.
The song, he had to admit, was probably performable, even by
himse...uh, by Chrysler. After all, Chrysler's talent was obviously
minimal and below any other human standard.
Keto avoided glancing at his harmonica.
He was busy trying to surreptitiously take another look at the
music sheet to see if there was a part he could play on his harmonica
when he heard several amused voices and the quiet strumming of a
guitar. Turning, he was just in time to see Kayn start practicing,
stunning his little audience (and, most likely, everyone else
watching on the Dwarf as well).
"See Chrysler," said Keto, as Kayn's guitar music faded
away, "That's what we call 'playing' the guitar. It's where it makes
what we call 'music', not merely a din."
"I assume you'll be joining us with your whistle?"
"It's not a whistle, it's a harmonica!" spat Keto, "And it can
sound a hell of a lot better than some tone-deaf moron with some
strings on a piece of wood!"
With that, Keto turned and stormed as far away as he could (about
thirty feet, all told).
Jay was most definitely looking forward to cooking Keto's meal.
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OOC: Ahh, I see that the good doctor's musical talents have not gone
unnoticed. ;)
And *really*, Phil, how could you not trust Keto with Tara?
Indeed, how could you not trust Keto, full stop? He's the most
trustworthy, honest, law-abiding, sensitive...
...
...I'm going to shut up now.