Karaoke Bomberdog’s visible eye lit up. “Oh! I’m glad you asked!” she
declared. “Of course, I don’t know why I never showed you to begin
with!”

She put her paw on the side of her head. “You’ve probably already
guessed this, but we all have different abilities,” she began, “You’re
wondering why they call me Karaoke Bomberdog, aren’t you? I’d be happy
to give you a demonstration right now!”

With that, the dog took a deep breath and began singing as loud as she could. “Theeeere’s JUUUUUST one MEEEE…”

Of course, she didn’t have any music to accompany her, but did she really need it? Her voice was glamorous enough as it was.

“Oh, wow! You all have special codena–”

And then Karaoke Bomberdog started to sing. Well, belt out a song. Well, screeching.

Even screeching was sounding a little generous at this point. Marie was stretching her bow, trying not to curl up into a ball or wail in agony.

The Repairman twitched, looking at his siren light uneasily. The bulb had a tendency to shatter under such sounds, even at the distance he was right now.