Ruffnut scowled and fiddled with a knob till the volume went down and it was actually possible to tell the different sounds apart. With her ears still ringing she had to speak louder then normal to hear herself.
"They call it Jazz music. There's other stuff on here you just gotta find it." She tapped at another knob with the word "Jazz" hovering over it in dark green light glowing in the air.
"This one here makes the soap come out." She pushed another button and a jet of slippery pink goo shot from a nozzle on the wall missing Ruffnut's ear by an inch.
"And this one makes the other soap come out." This jet was a creamy blue and went right over her shoulder. "I guess you use it on your hair? When I told my Stylist about the Fish Oil I wanted she looked like she might puke." A crooked grin and a dark laugh indicated this was one of Ruffnut's fonder memories.
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"They call it Jazz music. There's other stuff on here you just gotta find it." She tapped at another knob with the word "Jazz" hovering over it in dark green light glowing in the air.
"This one here makes the soap come out." She pushed another button and a jet of slippery pink goo shot from a nozzle on the wall missing Ruffnut's ear by an inch.
"And this one makes the other soap come out." This jet was a creamy blue and went right over her shoulder. "I guess you use it on your hair? When I told my Stylist about the Fish Oil I wanted she looked like she might puke." A crooked grin and a dark laugh indicated this was one of Ruffnut's fonder memories.