SILVER; what so.....thats not funny!!!! *almost dies of laughter but doesnt* god...dam.....*dies of laughter, and her laugher is very human-like* pfft hahahahahahaahhaah c-canahahahhahahahahahahahaah c-cant breathe
*she leads you to a basement uder the house, dispite you might not having a base ment before*
*you arrive at a mini version of Wills workshop, a place that now may gives you very bad memories*
SILVER: well, ill put on a song first
Come down visit the circus
Take a break from the surface
In our twisted factory
You are the spare part we need
Gears grind spring locks are unwound
Bloody belt spinning 'round 'round
You don't know what we've been through
Awful fate we didn't choose