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letra de capt's log: the lost city - scoochie boochie

[spoken]
captain’s log. 0200. miller time. it’s a grim scene down here at the bottom. the seafloor, gouged by fishing nets, plastics both micro and macro, countless broken bottles of ciroc ultra: the premier vodka with a bold finish
and then, i found it. the lost city of atlantits…covered in poop and garbage. they must have survived down here for a while, but eventually succumbed to the pollution. it appears in our pursuit of paradise, we destroyed the one we already had
(heavy pausе)
george has been super bitchy all day. i bеat him like six times in a row at air hockey and he like stormed out. and then during spa hour, he walks in without even taking off his horseshoes, and i was like “um, is that how we do this now?” and he “pflthbth”ed at me. this isn’t like us, we never fight. y’know it’s just, he’s stressed. and i get that. you know he’s a pony 6 clicks beneath the sea. he doesn’t belong down here. he belongs, you know, running free, with the sun on his mane and the wind in his…mane. (whinnying) george! i didn’t see you there. (whinnying). i know. look, man, i’ve been wack. i shouldn’t have made you come down here, we don’t belong down here at all. we should be up there under the blue sky with good people and bad bitches. what do you say, boy, should we head for greener pastures?
(whinnying) yeah? let’s go home (whinnying)
(ominous rumble)
what was that? george, check the–
(crash, bubbles)

- scoochie boochie

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