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It was a special day. A day of terrible taste and incredible entertainment value. A day of memories.
And one whopper of a distraction from the past months' drama.
"Oh, Eurovision," Lucifer sighed, as he sank down into a booth in the galley. He had a large laptop screen set up, and a truly massive bowl of popcorn. And drinks, of course. Couldn't handle this without drinks. "The most entertaining form of warfare invented in the 20th century."
He pulled out his phone, checking the bookies one more time. "Time to drop some more cash on the Norwegian banana-eating wolves..."
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And one whopper of a distraction from the past months' drama.
"Oh, Eurovision," Lucifer sighed, as he sank down into a booth in the galley. He had a large laptop screen set up, and a truly massive bowl of popcorn. And drinks, of course. Couldn't handle this without drinks. "The most entertaining form of warfare invented in the 20th century."
He pulled out his phone, checking the bookies one more time. "Time to drop some more cash on the Norwegian banana-eating wolves..."
[[ can be open for all who might venture onto the Rouge. Mostly: Eurovision! ]]