Back from a holiday to the third century, Printer Error contracted a mysterious disease. In his fevered delusions, he dreamed of notes flowing from the Communication Feed, and wrapping like a turban around his head. The sounds dissolved into his glass of water while he sipped it and drank the caustically sonorous contents. So, please press your ears against Printer Error's delirium and get a taste of what he imagines he is hearing.
Morning Song by printererror123
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