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“Why is everyone singing?” Marshall sang. He clapped a hand over his mouth and turned to meet Simon’s gaze, eyes wide. Slowly, he lowered his hand and tried again. “Why am I singing, too?” he sang.
“I think something weird is going on,” Simon replied in tune. He took a step forward, which turned into a soft shoe. At the end, he twirled and threw his hands out to the sides as he looked helplessly back at Marshall. “Mars! I think, I think, I think we’re in a musical!” He held the final word for so long Marshall started to worry about his oxygen levels.
Marshall sighed and danced to Simon’s side. Fixing this was going to be so annoying.