| You pound out "The Chicken Dance" on your accordion. Your opponent looks decidedly less brave.
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You play a smokin' accordion solo, complete with rockstar posturing. Your opponent cringes at the sound and the sight.
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You plant your foot on a nearby amplifier and shred a most bodacious accordion solo. Your opponent cringes at the use of the word "bodacious" in the previous sentence, and looks markedly weaker.
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You let your fingers fly up and down the accordion keys, pounding out a polka of pain. Your opponent quails before the onslaught. Well, after the onslaught. You know what I mean. |
