[He walks over towards the egg, side stepping a few bolts of lightning. He starts playing music. They need to calm the egg down. He can't think of any lullabies at the moment, but...]
♪♫ I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself, what a wonderful world ♪♫
[It's not a side of himself he likes sharing with people in general. However, he can at least claim he's just doing what's necessary to calm the egg before it fried them rather than it being genuine concern for the little owlet.]
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Well, saying the phrase certainly isn't helping.
[He walks over towards the egg, side stepping a few bolts of lightning. He starts playing music. They need to calm the egg down. He can't think of any lullabies at the moment, but...]
♪♫ I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world ♪♫
[It's not a side of himself he likes sharing with people in general. However, he can at least claim he's just doing what's necessary to calm the egg before it fried them rather than it being genuine concern for the little owlet.]