*Proceeds to sing Bohemian Rhapsody.... again*

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low.

Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me

To meeeee
*piano solo*

Mama, just killed a man.

Put a can against his head, pulled the tab of the Code Red…

mama ooooo I don't wanna die

I sometimes wish it'd never been opened at allllll.

I'm sorry but, hexy what are u singing!?

Bohemian Rhapsody, as slantyed by soda analogy. Shhh, play along. Everything will be fine.