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>I must sing him the song of my people!
You take your hand from Fleetfoot’s rump and begin snapping your fingers rhythmically.
>Bee bop ba badda bop! Everybody scatters one way or another so check out my message to you…
The crab bobs a bit and pulls a saxophone from behind a flap in it’s shell.
It seems to be trying to get the beat of your song.
What do?