Mister, you forget who I am. I control the portals. I am capable of going wherever I damn well please with this piano. I am the Pianist, and I roam the lands that man cannot see. The young one is not lost.
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*chuckles a little at the word "pianist," then responds seriously* Still, since there's no thread of paradoxes and/or universal destruction, you don't need to send this one back, do you?
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Well, if she keeps threatening my piano...
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[b]You harm that girl and I swear to Gaia you will burn with the heat of ten-thousand suns! [i]That is a promise.[/i][/b]