Of Mice and Mutagens
There was some sort of trap and dubstep mixture sasha didn't care for going on, with the bravest among the drunks going at it hard before the cheering mass.
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I could barely conceal my giggling as i felt the tempo rise, and the instruments come to a crescendo as the classical guitar's riffs reached a frantic pitch- and then the bass dropped like a brick basket, and the howling robot-sex of the vintage dubstep track