*bicycle bell noises*

[Ra]

*Ching-ching!* *Ching-ching!*

Wheeeeeeee~

*peddles down the path pleasantly*

*it is a beautiful midsummer's eve with the crisp smell of moist earth and rotting leaves in the air. The faint, pleasant scent of pine accents the aroma, giving the distinct delicate air of nostalgia to the entire scene. There, Ra is on a beautiful red bike, a tidy tag in neat handwriting saying "PROPERTY OF DAMON ALBARN" attached equally neatly to one of the handlebars. She chimes the bell again*

*Ching-ching!*

Eheheheheehehehe~

[bikemon albun]

oi m8
m8
me bike m8
gimme me bike
m8

[Ra]

Na m8

*Ching-ching!*

Mine now

Gotta catch me now

Lift those legs now

ACTUALLY EXERCISE NOW 8)

[digbutt bikebarn]

fuck off ya dag cunt youre off ya fuckin head m8 i'm going back to me mums get me cennalink done get paid and go to the servo u cunt fuckwit fuck off

-saunters into an open pit-

[Ra]

Holy shit

HOly shit

D... does your bike maintain all traces of your Britishness?

*stops the bike and looks at it* Made in the Uk.... 100%...

*reads* Infused with the powers of Simon and Garfunkel, melancholy, and the... wait... *pauses* ... the souls of the damned!?

... DAMON!! DAMON COME BACK MATE. MATE. M8. GET OUTTA THE PIT M8. YOU NEED THE BIKE M8. DEMONS ARE GONNA COME OUTTA THE BIKE IF YA DON'T RIDE IT.

[dagnabbit bikethief]

fuck off stevo u cunt

[Ra]

:OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

But I'm not Stevo

u ciggie butt brain

[m8]

M8, M8 UR FUKKED IN THE HEAD M8 I'LL FUKKIN SMASH YA U CUNT DAMO.

U still comin over later this arvo m8?

[Ra]

Dunno, can I bum ur lighter?