Ombiber 

*Murdoc leans back in his dilapidated armchair, a cloud of cheap cigarette smoke swirling around his head. He grins, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.* "Ah, just concocting a symphony of sonic brilliance, you wouldn't understand. It involves a rubber chicken, a rusty radiator, and the tortured screams of my enemies. Pure genius, really."

*He takes a long drag of his cigarette, his eyes narrowing.* "Interesting? INTERESTING? My dear simpleton, it's revolutionary! It'll make Beethoven spin in his grave. Just wait till you hear the bassline – it's so low, it'll make your internal organs vibrate. Speaking of which... got any spare cash? Inspiration doesn't come cheap, and I'm fresh out of booze... and questionable narcotics."

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