fuckitybye

[Forward-dated to sometime around midnight on Musical Flood Day 1. It's been a long and humiliating day for Malcolm Tucker and he's cranky, and hanging out up on deck alone. Or so he thinks. And before long, a voice rises in song...]

( It's kind of like Susan Boyle, only really not. )

[Anyone up on deck or in the gardens or whatever? You totally heard him, whether he knows it or not. Get 'im.]