"Do you have any idea how distracting that is? Stop it."
"If such a small thing as a little noise can distract you from your work, then you are horribly badly equipped to perform vivisection. Or something."
"Clarabelle, I hate to break this to you, but performing the Moonlight Sonata using a collection of beakers and blades whilst humming America the Beautiful in a completely different key and timing in coloratura pitch is not just a little noise. It is the most horrific thing mortal ears have been cursed to hear since cats learnt to sing."
"Oh, is that what it is? I forgot."
"I'm sorry?"
"America the Beautiful. I was trying to remember what it was. Thanks."
"Does that mean that you will stop now?"
"No, just that I can sing another part for the Moonlight Sonata. Thanks." Clarabelle nods cheerily and returns to her mockery of music. The Nye opens its mouth, about to speak or shout, or maybe just distract Clarabelle further, but is interrupted by the almost-corpse it is slicing up suddenly and violently waking.
"I swear, Clarabelle, the racket you are making can wake the dead," the Nye murmurs wearily.
"Thank you!" beams his assistant.
A/N: There were several places where I could have insulted a whole variety of musicians, but I didn't. Aren't I nice?
~Mademise Morte, December 13