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Celestial Music

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A Symphony of Penguins

'Someone got me because I matched her purse, I've been to a rock concert, a night club and two weddings, Life as a designer dog is great but I'd trade caviar for kibble to get a good night's sleep,'

"Miss Rogers told me I have a personal 'cloud' to store knowledge in."

Orchestra.

"Can you speak up: there's a bloody racket going on in the background."

"I don't know… Did you try Googling it?"

'I'm sorry I missed your recital. Daddy was on the phone with his broker, checking on bond yields. It's another form of bonding, son.'

"That's it, Tom. Here they come. Just keep playing 'Freebird.'"

"This next one is my own quirky rendition of Berlioz's 'Symphonie Fantastique,' Movement 5, 'Dream of a Witches' Sabbath.'"

Italica

"I do tech support for the cloud."

'I think I see what's making your funny noise.'

Johannes Sebastian Bach

"You are running low on cloud storage space. Please upgrade your account to continue."

"Free Bird!"

"The last time I heard a beat like this I was at a Grateful Dead concert."

'I've got two tickets to Handel's Messiah -- What time do you get off work?'

'It states in his will that if he becomes brain dead he wants to go unplugged.'

Six jazz instruments.

"Thank you! That last tune took some fancy fingerpickin'. Apologies to those in the front who may have gotten a press - on nail or two in their drink."

'After hours of rehearsing together, little Judy Barlow is going to play 'Three Blind Mice' while her father screams, 'Keep that racket down, will ya?''

Fuzz - Max has the taste of success.