Hey guys! Before you guys read the chapter, you have to watch this video. If you have taken any music class before, it is 5000 times funnier! Also, how are you liking this book? Tell me how it is.

LZD: *laughing*

Everyone except LZD: What are you laughing at?

LZD: This video that Atley showed me! *plays video above* See?

Sans: Heh. I get it!

Papyrus: NYEH HEH HEH! I don't get it.

LZD: I have a list of what literally every instrument's personality and looks are.
Flutes: Black hair, mostly short girl. Very sassy, often mean, sometimes annoying girly-girls who think they are everything.
Piccolo: Same as flutes but with squeaky voices.
Clarinets: Long blonde hair, usually tall. That one person who always sits in the front and says nothing. Usually shy and you often forget they are there, but are extremely nice.
Oboes: Varied. The one girl that you always forget exists.
Bassoon: An Oboe with a deep voice.
Saxophones: Short black hair, somewhat-tall guy. Very narcissistic and think they are more important than everyone else. Also very annoying and mean.
    Trumpets: Short blonde hair, short guy. Similar to Saxophones, but more tolerable.
    French Horns: Brown hair, medium height. Kind of just there. Look weird, but are actually really cool.
    Trombones: Blonde, extremely tall (unless you're Sans) guy. Able to do hard things much easier than anyone else, but easy things are somewhat hard for them. It is hard for them to succeed, but have a lot of friends, mostly with Clarinets, Tubas, Baritones, and other Trombones.
    Tuba: A stocky guy. Has a VERY deep voice and is very dependable. Get's along with everyone.
    Baritone: Same as Tuba, but much smaller.
    Percussion: Long black hair, short guys. Very loud and always get yelled at. The unintentional trouble makers, the ones that can't seem to do anything right.
    Vocalists: All of the above at times.

LZD: Welp. That's all of them.

Sans: *dying*

LZD: You okay Sans?

Sans: *laughing uncontrollably* Y-yeah I-I'm fine. It's just so accurate it's hilarious!

LZD: I know right?

Link: What does an Ocarina count as?

LZD: I guess a Piccolo? Look, Link. Most people have never heard of an Ocarina.

Papyrus: Ocarina? I want one! *whispers to Sans* Sans? What's an Ocarina?

Sans: Basically a deformed Flute.

Link: It is not! *takes out Ocarina and plays it*

Random Flute: *breaks through door* *plays Flute*

Link: *depressed* It is.

LZD: THIS IS THE SECOND DOOR THIS WEEK! DO PEOPLE NOT KNOW HOW TO KNOCK????????

Door: *replaces itself*

Muffet: Ahuhuhuhuhu!

Misty: What are you laughing at you six armed whatever you are?

Muffet: Just that the door just magically replaces itself.

Alphys: That's illogical!

Undyne: I think it's pretty neat!

Ash: Where is the Pokémon?

Serena: There is no Pokémon, Ash. It is a magic ... self rebuilding ... doorframe?

Gary: That is *he freezes*

Misty: Gary? Gary? GARY?!?!?!? *uses the misty mallet of doomTM on Gary *

Gary: *still frozen*

Cilan: What is the matter with pervertacious friend here?

Iris: And why is the door magic?

LZD: Haven't you seen any randomness book? Nothing makes since. Also, there are two things that get broken: the door, and the readers' hearts when they don't update in 5 months *cough cough* Skye! *cough*

Malon: I just realized that me, Misty, and Undyne are the only Gingers here. Ginger squad!

???:I'm a ginger too.

Dawn: Wait, that voice! Kenny? What are you doing here?

Kenny: *breaks door* I have come to be with you.

LZD: First of all, you were not invited. Second of all, you are my least favorite character in the Pokémon Universe. The only thing I hate more than you is the Patriots! Third of all, you broke my freaking door again. So get out of my house!

Kenny: Now you are being racist!

LZD: wut?

Kenny: You just hate me because I'm a ginger, right.

LZD: No! Why would I hate you for something as stupid as that? I hate you because you are annoying, rude, and ruin my 3rd Pokémon OTP! So get out!

Kenny: No.

LZD: Bronze! Use Overheat!

Kenny: *flies through broken door*

Door:*replaces itself again*

Clemont: If I was played an instrument, what would I play?

Everyone except Clemont and Gary: Trombone!

LZD: *starts playing Freaks by Timmy Trumpet on the trombone*

Everyone except Gary: *starts banging on something in the room*

LZD: That was-

Gary: Weird. What just happened?

LZD: You basically became a statue for 10 minutes.

Gary: I have a condition called Bufferrings. Basically, at 5:47:39:59 P.M. everyday, I just freeze randomly. I losttrack of time, and so I froze.

LZD: Oh! I am tired! Bye!