*Runs onto the stage amid tremendous silence* ''Hello, he-''
*knocks microphone over, before nervously picking it up and propping it up against a Paleolithic-looking drum kit*
''Hello, hello! It is I, Plastic-hair Jim, head of the MB Band! And I'm happy to be happily here to announce the next happy MB Band concert! ...that is, if the other band members will hurry up and join.
*angry crowd noises*
''Tonight we have a terrifically-awful line-up of epic tunes and wrong notes!''
*starts tuning guitar for the first time in who knows how long*
*a well-aimed slice of pizza lands on the guitar's fretboard. *Strikes a Z note*
''So, as a start, (or until the other members join ) I'll be playing a little tune I wrote. I hope you'll like it, and please don't throw too many slices of pizza at us today)''
*Starts playing a stiff, deep rhythm, while violently searching for the lyrics page*
''Where is that flippin' song... I hope my pet tortoise hasn't eaten it like last time... wait, ah, here it is! Ehem, well, here goes! This song is called ''Master Builder''
Light on,
Walk through, the door,
Flick of a switch
will make the radio roar,
Pull up a chair, make sure it's stable,
Empty the box of bricks on the table
(chorus)
Master, Builder,
LEGO possibilities never cease to bewilder,
Theme don't, matter,
City or Jack Stone (okay, maybe not the latter )
Don't need no instructions though that may sound insane,
see, the ways and means of building's locked inside of my brain,
Yeah, may take a few tries, may have to start again,
but as the good old saying goes ''no pain, no gain''
Master, Builder,
LEGO possibilities never cease to bewilder,
Theme don't, matter,
City or Jack Stone (okay, maybe not the latter )
*Knocks over the unfortunate drumkit, along with the microphone and half of the other instruments in the room*
It's not me who's building MOCs, it the MOC that's building me,
Let the inspiration flow, that's one half of the key,
Don't try to think too hard, just set your imagination free,
It'll start to come together, though there's no guarantee.
Master, Builder,
LEGO possibilities never cease to bewilder,
Theme don't, matter,
City or Jack Stone (okay, maybe not the latter )
Knowin' just what bricks I'll use,
One by Eights and two by twos,
it's no cunning tricksters rues,
just some implemental clues,
(I might even use some glues)
to help to make this building lark a cruise.
Master, Builder,
It's not you who builds the LEGO it's the LEGO that builds ya!
*Runs onto the stage amid tremendous silence* ''Hello, he-''
*knocks microphone over, before nervously picking it up and propping it up against a Paleolithic-looking drum kit*
''Hello, hello! It is I, Plastic-hair Jim, head of the MB Band! And I'm happy to be happily here to announce the next happy MB Band concert! ...that is, if the other band members will hurry up and join.
*angry crowd noises*
''Tonight we have a terrifically-awful line-up of epic tunes and wrong notes!''
*starts tuning guitar for the first time in who knows how long*
*a well-aimed slice of pizza lands on the guitar's fretboard. *Strikes a Z note*
''So, as a start, (or until the other members join ) I'll be playing a little tune I wrote. I hope you'll like it, and please don't throw too many slices of pizza at us today)''
*Starts playing a stiff, deep rhythm, while violently searching for the lyrics page*
''Where is that flippin' song... I hope my pet tortoise hasn't eaten it like last time... wait, ah, here it is! Ehem, well, here goes! This song is called ''Master Builder''
Light on,
Walk through, the door,
Flick of a switch
will make the radio roar,
Pull up a chair, make sure it's stable,
Empty the box of bricks on the table
(chorus)
Master, Builder,
LEGO possibilities never cease to bewilder,
Theme don't, matter,
City or Jack Stone (okay, maybe not the latter )
Don't need no instructions though that may sound insane,
see, the ways and means of building's locked inside of my brain,
Yeah, may take a few tries, may have to start again,
but as the good old saying goes ''no pain, no gain''
Master, Builder,
LEGO possibilities never cease to bewilder,
Theme don't, matter,
City or Jack Stone (okay, maybe not the latter )
*Knocks over the unfortunate drumkit, along with the microphone and half of the other instruments in the room*
It's not me who's building MOCs, it the MOC that's building me,
Let the inspiration flow, that's one half of the key,
Don't try to think too hard, just set your imagination free,
It'll start to come together, though there's no guarantee.
Master, Builder,
LEGO possibilities never cease to bewilder,
Theme don't, matter,
City or Jack Stone (okay, maybe not the latter )
Knowin' just what bricks I'll use,
One by Eights and two by twos,
it's no cunning tricksters rues,
just some implemental clues,
(I might even use some glues)
to help to make this building lark a cruise.
Master, Builder,
It's not you who builds the LEGO it's the LEGO that builds ya!
*goes into an out-of-key guitar solo*
*Leaning back with feet propped up on the chair in front of me, I over optimistically cheer you on until a random pepperoni slice makes direct contact. Feeling nothing, I wipe the slice from my shades and begin to eat it, half heartily cheering you on as I've now become engrossed in consuming an abandoned supreme pizza.*
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*starts playing He's a Pirate but in the major key* 
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