Jak Sandrow
"Nobody cares for the woods anymore."
The chair was embedded in the piano, there was no doubt about that.
Jak scratched his head, trying to puzzle how to get it out.
Oh, he had put it there. On purpose. It was trying to get it out that he had made the challenge.
And so he carefully set to work twitching the chair out from the piano's inner workings, taking oh-so-special care not to hit the strings.
After about 2 minutes of painstaking work, the chair was out. He sat down on it, and ran a hand up the keys. The tinkling noise assured him of two things. One, the strings were undamaged - as usual - and he couldn't play a tune on this to save his life - also the usual.
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Jak scratched his head, trying to puzzle how to get it out.
Oh, he had put it there. On purpose. It was trying to get it out that he had made the challenge.
And so he carefully set to work twitching the chair out from the piano's inner workings, taking oh-so-special care not to hit the strings.
After about 2 minutes of painstaking work, the chair was out. He sat down on it, and ran a hand up the keys. The tinkling noise assured him of two things. One, the strings were undamaged - as usual - and he couldn't play a tune on this to save his life - also the usual.
@[member="Sargon Vynea"]