Shari has been in the XUB in the afternoon, spending her time annoying the crap out of the bar-tender by commandeering the karaoke machine for who knows how long now, only occasionally buying any drinks and singing to an audience of none. She often stops the songs halfway through, others she sings repeatedly. Currently she is on her third rendition of this particular song and as frustrating her presence is to the poor bar-tender she's actually putting her all into this one. Her singing is passable, but the song seems to strike a chord with her and she leans into it hard as she
goes through it once more."You said you'd never... compromiiise... with the mystery tramp, but now you... realize!
He's not selling anyyy alibis, as you stare into the vacuuuum of his eyes,
And say do you wannnaaa to make a deeeeeeeaaaaaal?
How does it feel!?
How does it feel...
To be on your own... with no direction home... like a complete unknown...
Like a rolling stooone!""
((open))