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“Well then...”, Liam began, an insolent, cocksure smirk audible in his tone. In mock-consideration he swayed his glass and watched the ice cubes rocking like rowboats in the stormy sea of his disgustingly watered down drink. “Let me tell ye how wrong you are.” He took a sip and leaned back. “First, ye’re afraid of progress. Second, What is a ‘real’ instrument even? Not electronic? Yeah, ye don’t need me to spell it out for ye, innit? Oh! I got another one: it ain’t an instrument ‘cause it plays itself. Ye don’t need no musician! Blimey, what a world we live in! Music just writes and plays itself. Guess, yeah, that deffy makes a synthesizer not an instrument. It makes it bloody God.”

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“Ye know, I’m not mad, if ye think that. Ye’re obviously wrong, but I get where ye’re comin’ from. Dunno if there really is a best band in the first place. Sure, I love Depeche. But ye know, when at a concert, and the band’s real smashin? Then they’re the best band. Of all time? Nah. Nuthin’s ‘of all time’, especially not music. Beauty of the fleetin’ arts.” He raises his glass. “Chin chin.”

Liam glared for half a minute straight, before he shook his head and swallowed his objection with the remainder of his first shot of whiskey. Ultimately muttering an “Ye gotta be takin’ the bloody piss” into his now empty glass, all while his mind fleshed out an intricate revenge-plan to teach them a lesson in blood magic - master class.

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