Unbeknownst to him, she was currently sending a very light wave, one that could build up gradually. Yeah, he'd be feeling that right about now. "I hate to rain on your parade, Yang, but it's not over till the fat lady sings. And I swear, if you say anything implicating that I'm said fat lady, the blue note is going to be the least of your worries."
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