[He raises his eyebrows suggestively, pointing at her. He likes this girl - she's his type, too, feisty and excitable.
It should come as no surprise that Apollo likes rap. Music and rhythmic poetry combined? Right up his alley. He's not proud of all the styles it's spawned, but if asked he'd say he adores Macklemore.]
There was this group, the Sugarhill Gang, right? Hang on, I've got it...
[He pauses, holding his finger up in the air, and waits until the Ketchup Song is over before putting on 'Rapper's Delight' for Heather.]
I said a hip hop, hippie to the hippie to the hip hip a hop and you don't stop the rock it to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat.
Get it? The chorus for the Ketchup Song's nonsense - it's a Spanish sound-alike to those nonsense words.
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[He raises his eyebrows suggestively, pointing at her. He likes this girl - she's his type, too, feisty and excitable.
It should come as no surprise that Apollo likes rap. Music and rhythmic poetry combined? Right up his alley. He's not proud of all the styles it's spawned, but if asked he'd say he adores Macklemore.]
There was this group, the Sugarhill Gang, right? Hang on, I've got it...
[He pauses, holding his finger up in the air, and waits until the Ketchup Song is over before putting on 'Rapper's Delight' for Heather.]
I said a hip hop, hippie to the hippie to the hip hip a hop and you don't stop the rock it to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat.
Get it? The chorus for the Ketchup Song's nonsense - it's a Spanish sound-alike to those nonsense words.