<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/Bcbb48cf13.jpg)</div><br/>Directed down a flight of stairs, Robert moved down into a laundromat.  A technoed up version of an old Alice Cooper song lead him through the laundry, and he could hear a girl's voice singing along to the tape.  “I hear your voice and it's needles and pins...”<br/><br/>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kS_pwwWmqWY<br/><br/>The feminine voice lead him to a place where a kimono was hanging up from a pipe on the ceiling.  It wasn't hot enough to be a boiler room, was it?  A crimson tail protruding out from under one of the machines twitched and danced to the song.<br/><br/>“Your poison flowing through my veins.  I don't want to break these chains...”<br/><br/>As the music wound down, he heard a little laugh.  “Okay, so Nightcore mixes are<em>nothing</em>on the original, but my voice was never made to sing Alice Cooper.”  A metallic clang then ring, and the serpentine tail jerked along with the voice hissing, “Fuck!”  A little sigh.  “Tell me that's you, Rob?  I' think I'm actually worse at mechanics than I am at cooking!”