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In relation to the stubby hands poem:

"Closer Closer. Closer. Woah, woah, woah! Space!
"{{Slide}} How are you? {{Slide away}}.
"With these stubby hands, I will take over the world!"
"Look at my fangs and tremble in utter fear! {{Show fangs.}} Oh, wait. That's a molar......
"I WILL EAT YOU! WITH A SPOON!" (which will be hard to use with these stubby hands)
"It's not that my arms are stubby-it's that the rest of me is overly-proportioned."

A Melody Of Doom: The Trickle Of A Water Faucet (Not All That Musical)

Silence.
Except for the trickle of the water faucet
Plink, plunck, plinck, plunck,
A very repetitive cycle.

Again,
Plink, plunck, plinck, plunck.
The sound of plummeting water drops,
Hitting the metallic sink is the only sound.

Plink, plunck, plinck, plunck.
It never stops.
MAKE IT STOP!
It's gotten very mundane and tedious.

On the brink of insanity, or a complete breakdown.
Plink, plunck, plinck, plunck.
It's oblivious to others but itself.
Plink, plunck, plinck, plunck.

Silence?!?!?!

Plunck, plink, plink, ker-plunk.

(Well, at least there's some variation now.)
(Hey! What about an album full of water faucet noises! Huh, right? Never mind, awful idea.....)