[Crowley hesitates. There's a little radio inside the greenhouse he took from an electronics shop. The whole thing turned out to be a waste of time; it doesn't play anything but static unless Crowley concentrates really hard, expending constant miracles which is, ultimately, counterproductive to why he's here in the first place. The first few bars to one song, however, shouldn't be to draining.
He clicks his fingers.
The first tinny notes, crackling with static, float from inside the greenhouse. Mister Sandman sings a cheery voice, bring me a dream tonight...]
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[Crowley hesitates. There's a little radio inside the greenhouse he took from an electronics shop. The whole thing turned out to be a waste of time; it doesn't play anything but static unless Crowley concentrates really hard, expending constant miracles which is, ultimately, counterproductive to why he's here in the first place. The first few bars to one song, however, shouldn't be to draining.
He clicks his fingers.
The first tinny notes, crackling with static, float from inside the greenhouse. Mister Sandman sings a cheery voice, bring me a dream tonight...]