The Tales of Cannet (or the stupidest account of this story you will ever read)

Brian's Going To Become A Theater Kid But After Leaving Sea Gulch

"Brian. Start playing some piano. And make it quick!"

- the Nightshade Killer

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"Brian. Start playing some piano. And make it quick!" The Nightshade Killer said, cracking his knuckles and staring down at the adults.

"What the- I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY PIANO!" Foster was tiring of Nightshade's demands of him already. "I haven't played since I was eight, man!"

"Just. Do. It. You know some songs from when you were eight? Play it." Nightshade didn't care.

Brian rolled his eyes. You know, I really hate getting bossed around...I can't even play a cool piano song, I scared the teacher away before that. He sat at the piano, feeling the keys. Jeez...here goes nothing...

As Brian began the opening to the song (which Nightshade didn't realize because he wasn't too pop culture savvy), the Cannet citizens closed in on him. Nightshade looked around at his competition. Well. Let's get this over with.

"High on a hill was a lonely goatherd, lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo! Loud was the voice of the lonely goatherd, lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo..."

One of the strongest, burlier men charged at Nightshade, screaming. Nightshade bent over backwards, sending the man flying into the crowd of people, knocking them all over like bowling pins. He then grabbed the man's legs, lifting him up like he was weightless and dropped him onto the ground, breaking the floorboards with a loud CRACK!

"Folks in a town that was quite remote heard: lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo! Lusty and clear from the goatherd's throat heard: lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo..."

Two evangelical-looking women ran up to the killer and grabbed his arms, pinning him to a wall. Nightshade put both of his feet on the wall and swung forward, kicking them both in the stomach. The two fell to either side of the heavy man.

"O ho lay dee odl lee o, o ho lay dee odl ay! O ho lay dee odl lee o, lay dee odl lee o lay!"

Nightshade was startled by a younger man pinning him to the floor. The man got the upper hand, twisting both his wrists until Nightshade thought they would break. As Nightshade smirked, he kicked as hard as he could in the guy's...um...uh, you know where.

"A prince on the bridge of a castle moat heard: Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo! Men on a road with a load to tote heard: Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo..."

CRASH! BAM! SMASH! There were a few smaller fights occurring between the rest of the pub patrons. The smell of beer and blood infiltrated the air, as a bunch of yelling and swearing erupted. The poor bartenders just retreated into their breakroom to wait it all out.

"Men in the midst of a table d'hote heard: Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo! Men drinking beer with the foam afloat heard: Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo. One little girl in a pale pink coat heard: Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo! She yodeled back to the lonely goatherd: Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo."

Two strong men were staring at Nightshade. At once, the forces ran towards each other. But at the moment they were about to reach each other, Nightshade ducked under the space between the two, and kicked into their legs. Then, he stood on top of them, doing a short dance as Brian continued to sing: