[Don't sing him that kind of song and say it's about him, damn mooshy phoenix. What is he supposed to do with it except choke back the swell of entirely manly sentiment that's become lodged in his throat.]
Well I'm here now. [a little tail tug] So sing happier songs, aye?
[and in the meantime, he'd make sure that, in the least, Marco wasn't lonely]
[Action]
Well I'm here now. [a little tail tug] So sing happier songs, aye?
[and in the meantime, he'd make sure that, in the least, Marco wasn't lonely]