Catchy.
'That was, quite possibly, the stupidest thing I have watched this year.' Edward sighed from his lounged position on the couch as the credits for Repo! The Genetic Opera rolled. 'But it was an opera. I'm not shocked. Do people in operas actually talk to one-another?'
'That would defeat the point of opera.' Deborah replied with a smirk. 'At least the songs were good.'
'The songs were, perhaps, the worst thing about it.' Edward grumbled and stretched. 'You are never picking the movie again.' He pointed out.
'What was wrong with it?' She asked casually as she began to clean up the chocolate wrappers and loose popcorn that usually accompanied movie night. For being such a stick, Edward could pig-out like she'd never seen. Even Deborah had called it quits at the fifth chocolate bar.
'A cyber-punk opera set in a dystopian future where everyone has designer organs? It sounds like bad fanfiction.' Edward drawled with a pointed look. 'It sounds ridiculous.'
'So does Star Wars. That is an opera in space, isn't it?' She challenged.
'Star Wars was a masterpiece compared to that.' Edward snorted vehemently and stood. Another stretch to work out the sleep from his bones.
'Meesa think yousa is wrong.' She mocked and received a glare in reply.
'Regardless, I have work to be doing.' Edward yawned and moved towards his precious computers. He left her to tidy the mess he'd created.
He was working on a series of code when he began whistling. At first he couldn't remember why the tune was so familiar - but when he became aware of it, he realised that it was from the opera. Legal Assassin, if he remembered correctly and immediately cut himself off. He glanced around quickly to make sure Deborah had not heard him. She would never stop mocking him if she discovered he'd been whistling the songs.
Evidently, his astoundingly brilliant brain was determined to be astoundingly annoying to him, for once. He would cut that right out and focus wholeheartedly on the code.
He was just getting into the rhythm of it again when he began to hum to Infected and stopped dead. 'Deborah!' He yelled angrily and was slightly furious at the cackling he could hear in the distance of the hideout.
A/N: Still sick. When I'm sick I watch a multitude of sickie films like Repo! The Genetic Opera because why not torture your mind with the idea it's not the flu - you're dying (Edward wishes I was) and thus, this was born. Mostly I'm keeping it for the fact that Dead Switch seems to be making a game out of how much she can mock him before he threatens a painful death. At least it wasn't Avenue Q. He'd have had a conniption fit at The Internet Is For Porn. And of course, the obligatory Jar Jar Binks mockery is necessary.