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Who: Pitto. Open!
Where: Capricorn. Afternoon.
Summary: An angel must always be prepared! And so Pit is practicing on his entry lines.
Warnings: Corn.

There's a bench in the park occupied by a radio. The radio is blaring music--a CD, apparently. Perhaps some Extraterritorial Guests might recognize the music being played.

"Listen you--hnng, I use that too much..."

The bench and radio face a clearing in the park.

"Alright, how about... It's time to, uh...um...pull in...the laundry? Oh, no..."

The clearing in the park is occupied by a certain angel, who just a moment ago stood in a dramatic pose. Now he has his hand cupped around his chin, his face deep in thought.

"'It's time to"'s a good start, but...laundry? Umm... Maybe if they were a clothes monster... Oh, I know! It's time to take out the trash! Aww yeah!"

The angel pumps a fist in the air.

"I'm here to clean up the filth and dump it in the heap! Hope you're wearing shades, 'cause it's about to get squeaky clean in here! Man I am on fire!"

Someone stop him. Please.

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"You certainly have the enthusiasm down pat!" Came some helpful advice from a nearby spectator.

"Thank you!" he says, turning around towards his audience. He's positively beaming!

"If I may be so bold, what kind of opponent do you have in mind for these clever lines of yours?"

"None in particular. Gotta be ready for whatever swings my way, y'know?"

"Of course! You need to have a few sayings for every occasion. Wouldn't want to waste a particularly good line on someone who wouldn't get it, after all."

"Most people don't get it. Honestly, it's like nobody has an appreciation for heroism."