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[punchedhitler]

I was trying to find my radio station because I found this little...machine, I guess (Tony, maybe you can explain what it is?) that's like a portable radio, but it runs on a battery and I can jog with it, but I don't really know how it works.

The only thing it'll play is a station with modern music and the lyrics are kind of...is it old-fashioned to prefer the Andrews Sisters and Glen Miller?

[ooc: Steve has an iPod he thinks is a radio, purchased used, so some songs remain on it. Someone help him out!]

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[punchedhitler]

[This.]

I don't know what half this song is talking about.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ What the shit? ]

Uh --. Is it in a foreign language?

[punchedhitler]

I don't think so.

[He watches Bucky's face and he's slowly starting to crack a smile]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ This is awful, this is hideous. ]

Ugh, christ. [ More face pulling. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Now he's laughing]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Pulling a face. ] That was just wrong, okay?

[punchedhitler]

I told you it was awful!

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, but not like a foreign fuckin' language.

[ He thought you had sexy things on your iPod, Steve. Forever disappoint. ]

[punchedhitler]

[He turns it and Sir Mix-a-lot's "I Like Big Butts" starts up]

There's this, too.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Pause. P A U S E.

Then dramatically. ] Okay, I give, I give, the musical torture is too much. I'll tell you everything y'wanna know.

[punchedhitler]

[He grins and turns it off, taking the headphones back]

I don't understand modern music.

[yourbestguysgun]

I think people all lose their minds in about ten years and it's all downhill from there on in.

[punchedhitler]

We got ten years of sanity?

[yourbestguysgun]

We have the rest of the forties?

[punchedhitler]

Tony wants me to listen to loud music.

[yourbestguysgun]

Y'can tell Tony to shut the fuck up.

[punchedhitler]

You know I won't.

[yourbestguysgun]

Sure, but you could with a little practice.