lotor: what’s on today’s agenda?
allura: one moment, please.
lotor: sure
[allura reappears, wheeling a makeshift piano out onto the observation deck where lotor is standing. lance is strewn across the top of it, wearing a dazzling black suit that looks like it’s twinkling in the dim light. hunk walks in wearing the exact same suit and sits down at the piano and starts playing this song]
lance, walking over to lotor, singing only the start of the chorus: you ruined everything, you stupid bitch
hunk: (piano slams)












