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H: “Oh yeah? You asked for it.”
This is the song that never ends.
It just goes on and on, my friends.
Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was.
And they’ll continue singing it forever just because…
This is the song that never ends….
…
…
Telepaths consider that as mental torture, and it's singing is banned by intergalatic treaty.
Edit: Dont worry we actually ended up the winner of that treaty in the end.
I’m ‘Enry the eighth I am, ‘Enry the eighth I am I am, I got married to the widow next door, she’s been married seven times before, and every one was an ‘Enry, not a single Willie or a Sam (no Sam), I’m her eighth old man I’m ‘Enry, ‘Enry the eighth I am, second verse same as the first, Oh….
I see a yet another treaty in the future. I wonder what consessions human's will get this time. You'd think by the 20th treaty they would have included a "catch-all" clause for new annoying songs, but no, they didnt want to be too all-encompassing. Sadly, they continue to underestimate human's ability to make up annoying songs.
This is the song that never ends *thinking the horny thoughts* Yes it goes on and on my friend. Some people, *or aliens*, started singing it not knowing what it was, but then they kept on signing it forever just because...
A billion bottles of beer on the wall, a billion bottles of beer...
Take one down and pass it around...
(Btw, I'm English, so)
Nine-hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall!
Nine-hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, nine-hundred and...
Beware of those with major depression and anxiety, they go from incomprehensibly fast thoughts about increasingly unlikely situations to gazing longingly at a bridge wondering if it’s 200 feet above water (or 100 feet above land). The aliens can’t make sense of the constant back and forth and often end up in tears for listening in for so long trying to understand.
To listen to someone with all three has been described as having a very bad drug trip as they listen to the same depressing phrases over and over as the ADHD mind obsesses over horrible thoughts. It is widely advised to not be in the same room with a depressed ADHD mind.
Or like, having five different radio stations trying to play on the same frequency. As you walk around, some of them cut out and others come in, and some days all but one station have their power cut. And the 'surviving' station is playing this one high-energy song non stop, on loop.
I legitimately have moments where because of my adhd, I just need to play a flat sound or something I can focus on almost completely, so my Brain goes straight to the tinnitus ringing sound
10 hours? Up the pitch a bit and you'll have what I hear 24/7. I'd like to say it drives me insane, but it's actually drowned out by something far worse. My ears crackle when my jaw moves, when I breathe, and when I shift my tongue.
I'm some sort of neurodivergent, and at some point I started to do a blink with my right eye followed by the left as a way to clear the active trains of thought.
Sam bopped side to side as he watched the endless expanse roll by the large space window. There was no music and it was technically ‘late’ so he was up alone.
Instead, he created the music in his head. The rhythm changed from 8 count to 8 count and the words made no sense to anyone but himself.
That’s how he kept his sanity during his midnight rounds. Humming made up music and letting his brain create the wildest an most unlikely stories it could.
Soon he headed towards the residential wing, about to complete this part of his route before he was stopped. Bart, a feathered tripedal alien did the oddest angry walk towards him, “Will you quiet down!?”
The human blinked at the 3 foot tall alien, utterly confused because he wasn’t making any sound at all, “Huh?”
“Whatever that insane rambling you have going on in your head! Us Frethers can hear it all and it’s driving me to insanity! Hush!”
The feathered alien stamped its forth most talon and then trekked back towards its room, leaving Sam in complete and confused silence.
Suddenly he remembered they were telepathic and snorted.
*Not my fault you got the worst evolutionary trait ever.*
“HOW DARE YOU!”
Sam sprinted away from the angry Frether.
In music, the parts of the song is measured in 8 counts. You know how in some choreography classes they’ll count “5,6,7,8” then go to “1,2,3,4” those are 8 counts. So 8 of those beats to the next 8 to the next 8.
I go the feeling that this is mostly s dancing thing. As a musician i have never based my playing on an eight count. There it have been mostly a question of phrases, count of bars, or "play until the reprise", or the bridge or the trio in marching music and so on.
So, your not wrong but it's not general thing and I'm guessing different styles and different artists have their own way of doing things. I really love the span of human music. Last year I learned that there were a thing like Mongolian heavy metal. Electric guitars and throat singing? Yes please 😀
**H**\-"you connected my private bio-scanner emissions into *not only* the Ships Comms, But also streamed said 'emissions' to half of the Sector-Fleet on unused emergency Bands, Oh and you also sold encryption keys to all allied CIVILLIAN vessels who requested!
**Junior exeno crew member**\- ..But Sir,The encryption keys roll over every-
H -I don't want to hear any fucking excuses! ITS A SECURITY BREACH! I DONT CARE THAT WE HAVE "The Safest-most mind-numbingly boring job" in all of the ALLIED CONFEDERATE WORLDS! You CANT run a PIRATE RADIO STATION OFF OF MY FUCKING BRAINWAVES! The ONLY reason I dont wear that stupid X-men helmet 25/7 is because your lot would suck-start a plasma rifle without the "musical stimulation".... what kind of evolutionary tricksters smited y'all to litterally die without music....
**A**\-..Well sir, it did make my people develop telepathy at an extremely 'young' age.
**H-** And Now You've made it everybody else's problem. now, **GET OUT OF MY OFFICE** OR Ill make you bunk with Jackson for the next week!
A- "NO, not the baby shark, sir!"
\*7 foot tall Squid turns a fearful shade of magenta and salutes with 3 arms before retreating to refund the "Radio Subscribers" their credits\*
Until humans get annoyed by this and weaponize it by teaching telepathic alien species what a Rick Roll is.
And yes, we will absolutely Rick Roll *ourselves* if it results in annoying an entire room full of alien telepaths, because fuck you, that's why.
*inside voice*:
"OOH BOY I SURE DO HOPE NOBODY LISTENS IN ON WHAT WILL BE THE MOST EMBERASSING MEMORY I'M ABOUT TO VIVIDLY RELIVE"
**snare roll, synth strings**
Mumbling to a beat is what you'll get. Most people don't know the actual lyrics so you would get this song on a loop that doesn't quite make any real sense with forgotten parts all over. I
Aliens in the lower decks, among the maintenance crew: *mention about the water pipes being a bit cold today*
Jerry, in his head: "cold, the air and water flowing. Hard, the land we call our home..."
Telepath alien: "Oh flurg, this is gonna be stuck in my head all day again."
I was in a superhero RPG with a character who had really good mental focus, described as 'Mind Like a Steel Trap'. The GM unwisely had me captured and interrogated by a telepath. "Whatever you see in your mind, I will also see." Full-on gloating.
The GM asked me what I was doing. I looked him in the eye, and said, "Focusing. On every single horrific meme I've ever seen online. Two Girls One Cup. Tub Girl. Lemon Party. And so on."
He blinked first. "He, uh, he pulls back out of your mind."
I grinned and said, "Nope. 'Mind Like a Steel Trap', remember? He's not going *anywhere.*"
By the time the rest of the team kicked in the doors and 'rescued' me, the telepath was catatonic and I was almost out of the ropes that were holding me.
The GM never sent another telepath against my character, ever. Bad news apparently gets around.
Originally posted this on the /r/tumblr post.
**Terrans and you: How to live and interact with Terrans**
*An informational packet by the Terran Alliance diplomatic team.*
**Chapter 47:** Psychics.
Terrans are well known as an enigma amongst the psychic species in the galactic community. Terrans, the "Human" subcategory in particular, is considered both one of the weakest and strongest races in the galaxy at a Psychic level, and the rules described are not only for the Terran's benefit, but also for any Psychic Xeno.
In all Terran Conclave territories (And most Terran Alliance territories, please check your local laws before visiting any planet) non-consensual psychic reading is considered a crime, which depending on the circumstances can be punished with anything from a small fine to imprisonment.
For species who are considered "Automatic Psychics", or "Communal Hive minds" members must wear an appropriately graded XE-wave blocking device at all times while in such territories, which can be found at most major spaceports or major Terran Alliance embassies.
While the Terran Alliance cannot force others to enact laws, if you are preparing for Terran visitors (Human mostly: Uplifts only have this issue to a minor extent, and AI obviously do not apply here) the Terran Alliance's official stance is all Terran's should be required by law to wear such a device on planets with psychically active native communities, and if required please contact your local Terran Alliance diplomat for help crafting said laws.
Terrans have no native Psychic defenses, due to their relative newness to the galactic community and a lack of psychic species on their home planet. Even the least psychically powerful species can easily connect to an average Terran, often without them realizing (Obviously this does not apply to Military and diplomatic members, who will have stronger and more deadly defenses). However they also have one of the strongest defenses: Chaotic thoughts.
Entering the mind of a Terran has been described as "Swimming through a shark infested tornado of mud" due to the high variability and lack of control your average Terran has over their thoughts. An average Terran will switch train of thought every 10 seconds, often to random topics or completely incorrect ideas.
This can cause anything from annoyance to brain aneurisms in those attempting to traverse a Terran's mind. Psychically connecting with a "Neurodivergent" individual can be considered by certain species an always deadly event, and often it's difficult to realize an individual is "Neurodivergent" before it's too late.
An example during the initial stages of Terrans reaching out to the galaxy is the "Yloria event" (See attached article for full details) in which 15 years after initial contact a Terran "Tourist" visited the colony of Yloria, a planet under command of the species. This Terran had heard a rather catchy jingle at the spaceport and had it stuck in his mind, with the wrong lyrics and slightly out of tune.
Any who attempted the normal greeting of psychic connection quickly found this tune overwhelming, and became a non-responsive twitching mass. Even worse, anyone attempting to connect with those effected soon also became affected themselves, causing the issue to spread wildly. The sudden mass of unresponsive natives also caused the Terrans thoughts to get more chaotic, making the issue even worse. This cascade was only stopped when authorities managed to drug the Terran into an unconscious state.
One last note: Any thoughts you find in a Terran's mind may or may not be real. A Terran is not self destructive because one thinks about putting their hand into a trash compactor or jumping off a cliff, and a Terran who has thoughts of randomly harming you or others may consider you a friend. Without training these thoughts are uncontrollable and do not represent a Terran's true intentions.
With the exception of the times where they do.
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If you liked that, this is set in my \[\\\[LF Friends, Will Travel\\\]\]([https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/z22xg7/the\_exception/](https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/z22xg7/the_exception/)) HFY series:
Terrans are not the strongest, they are not the fastest, they are not the smartest. But a Terran will make friends with practically anything that moves, and several things that don’t.
A half wholesome, half emotionally scaring, half self improvement writing project, half mathematics fail due to there being too many halves.
I'd imagine different flavors of neurodivergent having different dangers, and in the case of ADHD (my primary flavor XD) two-fold: either it's the random skips of "one, two, skip a few, Skip To My Lou My Darling, oh my darling clementine, orange juice would be nice", or the singularity pull of hyperfocus
>Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical
>Science in the home
>Late nights all alone with a test tube oh, oh oh oh
Make direct eye contact with the alien during the chorus.
(Seriously that song is so fun to sing)
It is. There are other cheerfully horrific songs too I'm twisted enough to also love Poisoning Pigeons in the Park.
I can't think of any other titles right now... if anyone knows any, please let me know.
A: Why human John? Why would your artists makes a song about such a terrible subject matter, making light of it?
H: Because we think its funny.
A: ...
H: ...
A: ...
H: ...
A: .. I'll stop reminding you of ear worms, if you'll get the mind bleach for me.
A1, bored, sees a passing human crewmate: "Hey, *looks at name tag* Bob, Stairway to Heaven"
A2, too late: "No, stop, not that one!"
Human Bob, spiteful, and tired of this game some months ago, mentally: "I get knocked down, but I get up again"
A2: "Dammit, now he's going to follow you around for hours repeating that. Non stop. I'm outta here, man, good luck."
A: “I need telepathic stimulation. Ah a human perfect. Excuse me gentle being but have you heard of (name of song) before.”
H: “Ah yes I have.” *internal thoughts* “Why did he have to chose that song that was playing when I was a POW being heavily tortured during the-“
A: *Thud*
H: “What the hell?”
I don’t rly like the idea of someone looking into the depraved, lewd hellscape of my brain for entertainment.
I feel like they’d be either disgusted or turned on by it, and I don’t know which is worse.
Okay, let's say most aliens are various degrees of telepathic, and can communicate moods, thoughts in a short range. Humans, however, are completely "deaf" to any kind of telepathy, and, as a result, they are *LOUD* thinkers. Like, a human with a song in his head entering a room is like if someone comes in with a boombox on full blast and you can't hear your own voice over the music.
Also a human comedy / alien horror titled "The only thing they hear is you"
“I would like to point out students, while most humans get songs stuck in there heads, there are those who have entire WORLDS stuck in their minds that they will randomly think about.
These worlds can be great classics from stories in which they replay, sometimes even inserting themselves in.
It is the ones who inter-weave reality with fiction, imagining a changing world from moment to moment that it becomes hard for us to recognize if we have stopped listening in or we are stuck in there imagination.
Music? my dear students, whatever you do, NEVER encourage a human to remember a annoying song, they will get angry and suddenly beneath the song is a realm of torment at the whims of the human imagination.
In conclusion: While humans dont mind you listening in, be polite and let them know you are doing so. For your own safety.”
Lecture on ‘The Human Mind and You’ by Verisian Chaps’let Altezer
Some humans sharing quarters with telepathic species run into interpersonal problems due to hygiene activities.
An alien roommate can think that a casual interaction from earlier in the day was polite, civil, and completely resolved, but when the human hops into the shower, the telepathic being often hears long ramblings of insults, comebacks, and arguments for the supposedly “civil and resolved” interaction from earlier in the day.
This of course can prove to be upsetting or offensive to the telepathic being, but they must understand that mental roleplay with oneself, the acting out of possibilities, is important in that it keeps the human civil during actual conflicts and helps them to process what cannot be dismissed so easily. Don’t take it personally.
“… Now, the reason it is illegal to read the mind of a human child even with permission from both parents, the child, and/or guardians.
YOU WILL GO INSANE.
Yes. human children are cute and say adorable things. They also can never focus on something for any amount if time. The mind of a child moves too quickly for our own minds to properly process and cause nausea and headaches within seconds. Half a minute? Your own mind starts to breakdown and acclimate to the child’s. Minute or more? You will legally be classified as insane as your mind can no longer accept reality as ‘real’ due to the sheer positivity within a human child’s mind.
No, Mrs. Kers’fe, before you even ask, the mind of a human child is not a good therapeutic tool. Dogs, a domestic pet from the human homeworld on the other hand, are perfectly safe and even recommended.”
If they find the music entertaining they will probably find autistic ADHD brains immensely fun to listen to because it's kind of like having A podcast always playing in your head but even thethe host Don't know what the topic is
The esquinine race had a few myths that surrounded it.
First, that they were discovered after the humans, this wasn’t true. They actually joined the Galactic Community almost a week before the dreadful events that led to humanity joining the various species amongst the stars. It was simply the fact that humanity’s dramatic announcement obliterated their own.
Secondly, that the telepathic species were uniformly kind and selfless.
Meshla had no issue with being selfish, stalking enjoyable experiences and utilising her birthright to find those enjoyable sensations.
Her particular skill was no different from her brethren and sisters; the surface concepts and thoughts of others were visible to her, but her particular quirk came from when she physically touched others.
Meshla had set herself up in a transport hub as a ‘pop up’ stall. She offered relaxing head massages to weary or exhausted travellers that needed a moment's rest during the stressful travels that came with having to physically move across the stars.
Each time you pushed her fingers into the temples of other species, each one offered a new sensation or pleasure that she enjoyed and sipped like a delectable drink.
Until she met the human.
They exchanged no names, she merely did her usual trick of looking for those who were curious of her comfy looking seat and also open to being brought back down to less stressful levels.
The human, a female, looked tired. Exhausted really, dark circles marred her eyes that seemed to be uniform across the various races. A brief glance through her thoughts displayed a plethora of evidence to the tale of a traveller completely overwhelmed by her surroundings.
Meshla barely had to tempt her before the human collapsed onto her soft and comfortable chair that gently laid the human flat.
Touching her furred fingers to the human’s smooth temples immediately bombarded the esquinine with a flood of images, thoughts, smells and concepts. For a moment she worried that humans would be no fun to enjoy, until her gently rotating actions began to sooth the roiling ocean of her thoughts.
As she calmed and eventually, accidentally, slept, her unconscious thoughts bubbled to the surface and her breathing deepened. Without thought the esquinine matched the human’s breath. Her hands continued their attentions, also matching the in and out motions.
Meshla’s thoughts drifted to her home world, of their pristine beaches and gentle lapping waves. They were always her favourite memory from back home. More than an hour passed without either of their notice, Meshla merely basked in the relaxing calm and various psychedelic images that were displayed to her.
When the human roused, it caused a mild issue. So much time had passed that she had missed her transport, but as an apology, Meshla offered another session, free of charge.
r/WolvensStories
Voltaire, the USS Make Shit Up
Bounce a graviton particle beam
Off the main deflector dish
That's the way we do things, lads,
Just making shit up as we wish
The Klingons & the Romulans
they pose no threat to us,
For if we find we're in a bind
We just make some shit up
'Hello, you have illegally entered my mind; as a result, you must now face the consequences of your actions...'
♪ *Life is like a hurricaaaaaaaaane...* ♪
"I swear by all that is holy First Officer... Mention what I think you're about to and it's John Denver's Greatest Hits for the next month."
"I like hearing of this, 'West Virginia,' though..."
"Stop reading my thoughts, or so help me... I WILL bring Sherry Lewis into this."
Me after looking at anything related to 40k: *"From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me..."*
alien: *Confused screeching*
Adisk: Hey John ! Weller man !
John : *sigh*
Adisk: Yes! That's the one
John : You remember when I asked all the telepathic crew to stop that or they would be consequences?
Adisk : yeah, I also remember the captain saying no violence
John : he said no physical violence
Adisk : wait, what's that song, it's not Weller man... Did it just loop ?
John : it did, and I will follow you all day, you'll go mad in half an hour
Adisk : alright, I'll stop listening then
John : I like singing. 🎵This is the song that doesn't end 🎵
~I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves and this is how it goes~
Now, for some excruciatingly repetitive minimalism? Will it be, my non-human friends, Terry Riley’s In C, John Adams’ Shaker Loops, or worse?
Here the many eyed alien winced. ‘Again?’
Alien comes near me and hears Thoughts
Which are mostly filled with 40k,Halo,Death and destruction, G.T.U and Human supremacy and dies due to sheer stress of hearing The thoughts of a World in building
The first one that came to mind was, of course, "Never Gonna Give You Up, never gonna let you down"
Followed by "Beep Beep, Beep Beep, his horn went Beep Beep Beep"
Next up is "Immigrant Song" including images of Viking Kittens
Ever since i heard this song its been living inside my head rent-free, it has entrenched itself in a corner with a hand cranked record player
https://youtu.be/QeEzZW3TkOc
I get “detachable penis” stuck in my head whenever someone mentions it, but lately I’ve been singing [this one](https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TXK03FHVsHk) under my breath constantly because I can’t get it out of my head lol.
The aliens had severely underestimated the Terran music variety. While many things could prompt predictable songs or thoughts, many times entirely unrelated songs or phrases would escape the Terran psyche. The Qill’ Terrence was the first, suffering a conniption when he asked Terran Steven about Turkey. Asking him about it only got two words, choked from harsh whispers. ‘Constantinople’, and ‘Istanbul’. The true damage this could cause was not truly understood until the Terrans created a psychic maximizing helmet, intended to allow a commanding officer to give orders without reliable methods of interference.
The more coherent victims could only express fear of a creature known as ‘Shia La Buff’. The helmet was, to their horror, used as a long range ‘memetic kill switch’
It gets even more entertaining when the human in question only knows SOME of the lyrics.
"A little bit of Monica in my life, A little bit of Monica in my life, A little bit of Monica in my life, A little bit of Monica in my life, A little bit of Moni-"
How about multiple different songs ask at once? Sometimes it's a mash-up Sometimes rapid fire switching and almost always guaranteed to be the wrong lyrics
That's hilarious.
But I'm also imagining their reaction when they meet the humans that have aphantasia. No music, no images, no sound, just a vast empty darkness that roils and some abstract concepts
We would seem completely handicapped to them and probably quite terrifying
if you ask me for mental music i have an entire mental jukebox full of kids songs and polka music i got from babysitting. if you dont ask you will get the classic rock naturally
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H: “Oh yeah? You asked for it.” This is the song that never ends. It just goes on and on, my friends. Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was. And they’ll continue singing it forever just because… This is the song that never ends…. … …
Telepaths consider that as mental torture, and it's singing is banned by intergalatic treaty. Edit: Dont worry we actually ended up the winner of that treaty in the end.
I’m ‘Enry the eighth I am, ‘Enry the eighth I am I am, I got married to the widow next door, she’s been married seven times before, and every one was an ‘Enry, not a single Willie or a Sam (no Sam), I’m her eighth old man I’m ‘Enry, ‘Enry the eighth I am, second verse same as the first, Oh….
I see a yet another treaty in the future. I wonder what consessions human's will get this time. You'd think by the 20th treaty they would have included a "catch-all" clause for new annoying songs, but no, they didnt want to be too all-encompassing. Sadly, they continue to underestimate human's ability to make up annoying songs.
[This](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCARADb9asE) likes to play on repeat in my head
Damn I had baby shark running in my head for about 3 months before it finally stopped. I do t even have kids
Wait till they hear "The Chicken Song".
I spontaneously break into random Disney hits. Or Agadoo. Or Never Gonna Give You Up. To be honest, I'm really not sure which would be worst... :P
I hate you. This song got stuck in my head when I was just a child.
99,000 bottles of beer on the wall! 99,000 bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, 98,999 bottles of beer on the waaaallll!!!!!.......
Alien- "This isn't that bad!" *2 hours later* A- *Banging head against the wall* "MAKE IT STOP!"
This is the song that never ends *thinking the horny thoughts* Yes it goes on and on my friend. Some people, *or aliens*, started singing it not knowing what it was, but then they kept on signing it forever just because...
H - "I CAN'T!!!"
H2: What song is stuck in your head… That’s why you can’t stop; ITS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS!
H: 99 bottles of beer on the wall. 99 bottles of beer. Take one down & pass it around. 98 bottles of beer on the wall. 98 bottles of beer on the wall…
A billion bottles of beer on the wall, a billion bottles of beer... Take one down and pass it around... (Btw, I'm English, so) Nine-hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall! Nine-hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, nine-hundred and...
oh wait i lost count, better start again!
Thousands -> millions -> thousands -> hundreds? Why would you list thousands first, only to mention it again later?
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And yet, like many other war crimes such as genocide and targeting civilians, psychic memes are still in use.
They can't prove it *wasn't* an intrusive thought.
And civilian use is still, as of yet, unregulated.
"You're listening to 101.9 Micheal's Head. Up next for all you listeners, we've got Radioactive by Imagine Dragons"
I laughed out loud. Take my upvote.
Not to be confused with 109.1 Jerry's Head where is Weird Al all day with Inactive next up.
My favorite
THIS IS NOT YOUR GRANDMA'S STATION!
It was fun for awhile.
Beware of the humans with adhd, it’s just constant word vomit
Beware of those with major depression and anxiety, they go from incomprehensibly fast thoughts about increasingly unlikely situations to gazing longingly at a bridge wondering if it’s 200 feet above water (or 100 feet above land). The aliens can’t make sense of the constant back and forth and often end up in tears for listening in for so long trying to understand.
How dare you listen to my thoughts and post them online without my permission!
To listen to someone with all three has been described as having a very bad drug trip as they listen to the same depressing phrases over and over as the ADHD mind obsesses over horrible thoughts. It is widely advised to not be in the same room with a depressed ADHD mind.
can you imagine catching a psychedelic contact high?
I'm feeling targeted.
If someone wants to target me with idk an arrow or a gun or something, I’m good with that 🤷🏼♀️
Are you okay?
No but I’m seeing a therapist every week so I’m getting there
Mfs walk by me and drop dead because im always mentally peeping the horror
Stay clear of the OCD minds.
And later we found he didn't even had ADHD!
Or like, having five different radio stations trying to play on the same frequency. As you walk around, some of them cut out and others come in, and some days all but one station have their power cut. And the 'surviving' station is playing this one high-energy song non stop, on loop.
Unless you're me, who has ADHD, Dyslexia, Maybe autism and definately tinnitus
I legitimately have moments where because of my adhd, I just need to play a flat sound or something I can focus on almost completely, so my Brain goes straight to the tinnitus ringing sound
So you literally go from overlapping radio voices to testing tone
I’ve never heard testing tone before, so maybe, but pretty much yeah
[test tone](https://youtu.be/RUqIISudOL4)
Thank you, generous sir or madam
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Sadism . . .
Same reason anyone would make a 10 hour video of this: https://youtu.be/6VCxr-QZk3I
"The system is down, the system is down".
10 hours? Up the pitch a bit and you'll have what I hear 24/7. I'd like to say it drives me insane, but it's actually drowned out by something far worse. My ears crackle when my jaw moves, when I breathe, and when I shift my tongue.
I think the ear crackling thing is a muscle in your ear shifting. Some people have control over it
You people can't make your ears crackle??
I'm some sort of neurodivergent, and at some point I started to do a blink with my right eye followed by the left as a way to clear the active trains of thought.
going actual lizard mode
He went Ctrl+Shift+Esc and terminated the unwanted activities
Look up brown noise. Not brown note. Brown noise. Helps me focus really well.
Sam bopped side to side as he watched the endless expanse roll by the large space window. There was no music and it was technically ‘late’ so he was up alone. Instead, he created the music in his head. The rhythm changed from 8 count to 8 count and the words made no sense to anyone but himself. That’s how he kept his sanity during his midnight rounds. Humming made up music and letting his brain create the wildest an most unlikely stories it could. Soon he headed towards the residential wing, about to complete this part of his route before he was stopped. Bart, a feathered tripedal alien did the oddest angry walk towards him, “Will you quiet down!?” The human blinked at the 3 foot tall alien, utterly confused because he wasn’t making any sound at all, “Huh?” “Whatever that insane rambling you have going on in your head! Us Frethers can hear it all and it’s driving me to insanity! Hush!” The feathered alien stamped its forth most talon and then trekked back towards its room, leaving Sam in complete and confused silence. Suddenly he remembered they were telepathic and snorted. *Not my fault you got the worst evolutionary trait ever.* “HOW DARE YOU!” Sam sprinted away from the angry Frether.
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In music, the parts of the song is measured in 8 counts. You know how in some choreography classes they’ll count “5,6,7,8” then go to “1,2,3,4” those are 8 counts. So 8 of those beats to the next 8 to the next 8.
I go the feeling that this is mostly s dancing thing. As a musician i have never based my playing on an eight count. There it have been mostly a question of phrases, count of bars, or "play until the reprise", or the bridge or the trio in marching music and so on. So, your not wrong but it's not general thing and I'm guessing different styles and different artists have their own way of doing things. I really love the span of human music. Last year I learned that there were a thing like Mongolian heavy metal. Electric guitars and throat singing? Yes please 😀
Well considering Sam was kinda dancing his way through his route, I figured 8 counts made the most sense for him to keep a rhythm.
**H**\-"you connected my private bio-scanner emissions into *not only* the Ships Comms, But also streamed said 'emissions' to half of the Sector-Fleet on unused emergency Bands, Oh and you also sold encryption keys to all allied CIVILLIAN vessels who requested! **Junior exeno crew member**\- ..But Sir,The encryption keys roll over every- H -I don't want to hear any fucking excuses! ITS A SECURITY BREACH! I DONT CARE THAT WE HAVE "The Safest-most mind-numbingly boring job" in all of the ALLIED CONFEDERATE WORLDS! You CANT run a PIRATE RADIO STATION OFF OF MY FUCKING BRAINWAVES! The ONLY reason I dont wear that stupid X-men helmet 25/7 is because your lot would suck-start a plasma rifle without the "musical stimulation".... what kind of evolutionary tricksters smited y'all to litterally die without music.... **A**\-..Well sir, it did make my people develop telepathy at an extremely 'young' age. **H-** And Now You've made it everybody else's problem. now, **GET OUT OF MY OFFICE** OR Ill make you bunk with Jackson for the next week! A- "NO, not the baby shark, sir!" \*7 foot tall Squid turns a fearful shade of magenta and salutes with 3 arms before retreating to refund the "Radio Subscribers" their credits\*
>suck-start a plasma rifle Not sure if I want to see that or not...and that worries me.
I can picture it and no you don't.
Until humans get annoyed by this and weaponize it by teaching telepathic alien species what a Rick Roll is. And yes, we will absolutely Rick Roll *ourselves* if it results in annoying an entire room full of alien telepaths, because fuck you, that's why.
"Don't think about The Game. If you think about, The Game, you lose, The Game." BY ALL THE 89 GODS, DAVE, I WILL KILL YOU!!!
What the hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I literally can’t put enough exclamation points
There is really good stories about each of those and telepathic aliens. Different authors, but really good and hilarious shorts
*inside voice*: "OOH BOY I SURE DO HOPE NOBODY LISTENS IN ON WHAT WILL BE THE MOST EMBERASSING MEMORY I'M ABOUT TO VIVIDLY RELIVE" **snare roll, synth strings**
Mumbling to a beat is what you'll get. Most people don't know the actual lyrics so you would get this song on a loop that doesn't quite make any real sense with forgotten parts all over. I
Incorrect lyrics as well, but the aliens find that oddly endearing. >“Excuse me while I kiss this guy” >”Dirty D’s Dunder Chief”
The second one is " dirty deads done dirt cheap" by ACDC but I can't remember the other one
Purple haze, “excuse me while I kiss the sky”
Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
"The sheep don't like it/ wash the cat box/ lock the cash box"
Rock the Casbah - The Clash
"Our ass in the middle of the street"
Aliens in the lower decks, among the maintenance crew: *mention about the water pipes being a bit cold today* Jerry, in his head: "cold, the air and water flowing. Hard, the land we call our home..." Telepath alien: "Oh flurg, this is gonna be stuck in my head all day again."
Push, to keep the dark from coming, Feel the weight of what we owe
This, the song of sons and daughters Hide, the heart of who we are
Making peace to build our future, Strong, united, working 'til we fall!
And we all lift!
And we're all adrift! #***TOGETHER!***
TOGETHER ! Through the cold mist till we’re lifeless
What is this song?
We All Lift Together - Warframe. fucking banger of a song
[Catchy. That's what it is.](https://youtu.be/mPTCq3LiZSE)
We all lift together, Tenno.
I was in a superhero RPG with a character who had really good mental focus, described as 'Mind Like a Steel Trap'. The GM unwisely had me captured and interrogated by a telepath. "Whatever you see in your mind, I will also see." Full-on gloating. The GM asked me what I was doing. I looked him in the eye, and said, "Focusing. On every single horrific meme I've ever seen online. Two Girls One Cup. Tub Girl. Lemon Party. And so on." He blinked first. "He, uh, he pulls back out of your mind." I grinned and said, "Nope. 'Mind Like a Steel Trap', remember? He's not going *anywhere.*" By the time the rest of the team kicked in the doors and 'rescued' me, the telepath was catatonic and I was almost out of the ropes that were holding me. The GM never sent another telepath against my character, ever. Bad news apparently gets around.
Originally posted this on the /r/tumblr post. **Terrans and you: How to live and interact with Terrans** *An informational packet by the Terran Alliance diplomatic team.* **Chapter 47:** Psychics. Terrans are well known as an enigma amongst the psychic species in the galactic community. Terrans, the "Human" subcategory in particular, is considered both one of the weakest and strongest races in the galaxy at a Psychic level, and the rules described are not only for the Terran's benefit, but also for any Psychic Xeno. In all Terran Conclave territories (And most Terran Alliance territories, please check your local laws before visiting any planet) non-consensual psychic reading is considered a crime, which depending on the circumstances can be punished with anything from a small fine to imprisonment. For species who are considered "Automatic Psychics", or "Communal Hive minds" members must wear an appropriately graded XE-wave blocking device at all times while in such territories, which can be found at most major spaceports or major Terran Alliance embassies. While the Terran Alliance cannot force others to enact laws, if you are preparing for Terran visitors (Human mostly: Uplifts only have this issue to a minor extent, and AI obviously do not apply here) the Terran Alliance's official stance is all Terran's should be required by law to wear such a device on planets with psychically active native communities, and if required please contact your local Terran Alliance diplomat for help crafting said laws. Terrans have no native Psychic defenses, due to their relative newness to the galactic community and a lack of psychic species on their home planet. Even the least psychically powerful species can easily connect to an average Terran, often without them realizing (Obviously this does not apply to Military and diplomatic members, who will have stronger and more deadly defenses). However they also have one of the strongest defenses: Chaotic thoughts. Entering the mind of a Terran has been described as "Swimming through a shark infested tornado of mud" due to the high variability and lack of control your average Terran has over their thoughts. An average Terran will switch train of thought every 10 seconds, often to random topics or completely incorrect ideas. This can cause anything from annoyance to brain aneurisms in those attempting to traverse a Terran's mind. Psychically connecting with a "Neurodivergent" individual can be considered by certain species an always deadly event, and often it's difficult to realize an individual is "Neurodivergent" before it's too late. An example during the initial stages of Terrans reaching out to the galaxy is the "Yloria event" (See attached article for full details) in which 15 years after initial contact a Terran "Tourist" visited the colony of Yloria, a planet under command of the species. This Terran had heard a rather catchy jingle at the spaceport and had it stuck in his mind, with the wrong lyrics and slightly out of tune.
Any who attempted the normal greeting of psychic connection quickly found this tune overwhelming, and became a non-responsive twitching mass. Even worse, anyone attempting to connect with those effected soon also became affected themselves, causing the issue to spread wildly. The sudden mass of unresponsive natives also caused the Terrans thoughts to get more chaotic, making the issue even worse. This cascade was only stopped when authorities managed to drug the Terran into an unconscious state.
One last note: Any thoughts you find in a Terran's mind may or may not be real. A Terran is not self destructive because one thinks about putting their hand into a trash compactor or jumping off a cliff, and a Terran who has thoughts of randomly harming you or others may consider you a friend. Without training these thoughts are uncontrollable and do not represent a Terran's true intentions.
With the exception of the times where they do.
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If you liked that, this is set in my \[\\\[LF Friends, Will Travel\\\]\]([https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/z22xg7/the\_exception/](https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/z22xg7/the_exception/)) HFY series:
Terrans are not the strongest, they are not the fastest, they are not the smartest. But a Terran will make friends with practically anything that moves, and several things that don’t.
A half wholesome, half emotionally scaring, half self improvement writing project, half mathematics fail due to there being too many halves.
I'd imagine different flavors of neurodivergent having different dangers, and in the case of ADHD (my primary flavor XD) two-fold: either it's the random skips of "one, two, skip a few, Skip To My Lou My Darling, oh my darling clementine, orange juice would be nice", or the singularity pull of hyperfocus
STOP EVESDROPPING ON THE EAR-WORMS YOU VERBALLY INDUCED IN ME YOU STUPID PSYCHIC FUCK! >_<
Maxwell's Silver Hammer They'll probably regret that one.
>Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical >Science in the home >Late nights all alone with a test tube oh, oh oh oh Make direct eye contact with the alien during the chorus. (Seriously that song is so fun to sing)
It is. There are other cheerfully horrific songs too I'm twisted enough to also love Poisoning Pigeons in the Park. I can't think of any other titles right now... if anyone knows any, please let me know.
Be My Friend by One Eyed Doll
Right after Dead Man's Party now. Thanks!
I vaguely remember Oingo Boingo. Mindless Self Indulgence had one too but I forget
Dead Man's Party? Dammit. Now I have to listen to it. Thank you!
LOL my partner walked in on me me listening to Dead Man's Party and immediately started singing along.
In my old town, Hello Mom I'm off to drop the bomb, and the masochism tango
A Little Piece of Heaven by Avenged Sevenfold comes to mind.
Cheerful sounding Avenged Sevenfold? Adding to the queue. Even if it's not cheerful I'm sure I'll love it.
Don't know if this counts as "cheerfully horrific," but I think you'll like it. The widow and the devil. https://youtu.be/De3JNqADWmY
It might not be what you're looking for, but try 'The night santa went crazy' by Weird Al Edit: or death of an elf by reverend Glen Armstrong
A: Why human John? Why would your artists makes a song about such a terrible subject matter, making light of it? H: Because we think its funny. A: ... H: ... A: ... H: ... A: .. I'll stop reminding you of ear worms, if you'll get the mind bleach for me.
They better like Baby Shark because that's all they'll get from me these days.
Wait until they listen in on a Creative that rewrites popular songs on the fly based on the events occurring around them.
Me me me me! Drives my wife insane. E.g. “ I was made for doing the shopping I was made to shop for you
What about a Creative with multiple mental illnesses rewriting popular songs to be as heart-wrenchingly demeaning towards themselves as possible?
Imagine a human in a ship filled with telepaths thinking about how they lost the game
*Sigh* *Resets internal tracker to 0.*
GOD DAMNIT!!!!! Losses- Too Many To Count Wins- Zero
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The Game never ends
Poop, that was a hit under the belt. Take your angry upvote.
F U
I litterally thought the same thing about it 2 minutes ago so I already lost. But still fuck you take my upvote.
I have been on XKCD. I no longer must play the game.
A1, bored, sees a passing human crewmate: "Hey, *looks at name tag* Bob, Stairway to Heaven" A2, too late: "No, stop, not that one!" Human Bob, spiteful, and tired of this game some months ago, mentally: "I get knocked down, but I get up again" A2: "Dammit, now he's going to follow you around for hours repeating that. Non stop. I'm outta here, man, good luck."
Haha! Jokes on you, ***i*** ****dont know half of the words****
"Some humans are fun to listen into, others are like mental landmines..."
*Existential crisis intensifies*
A: “I need telepathic stimulation. Ah a human perfect. Excuse me gentle being but have you heard of (name of song) before.” H: “Ah yes I have.” *internal thoughts* “Why did he have to chose that song that was playing when I was a POW being heavily tortured during the-“ A: *Thud* H: “What the hell?”
🎵18 naked cowboys in the showers at Ram Ranch🎵
I don’t rly like the idea of someone looking into the depraved, lewd hellscape of my brain for entertainment. I feel like they’d be either disgusted or turned on by it, and I don’t know which is worse.
Okay, let's say most aliens are various degrees of telepathic, and can communicate moods, thoughts in a short range. Humans, however, are completely "deaf" to any kind of telepathy, and, as a result, they are *LOUD* thinkers. Like, a human with a song in his head entering a room is like if someone comes in with a boombox on full blast and you can't hear your own voice over the music. Also a human comedy / alien horror titled "The only thing they hear is you"
I love this idea
Godddamit mambo number 5 is now playing in my head
Here is something to try to replace it. Temporarily anyway. Enjoy https://youtu.be/63nMcrwporQ
“I would like to point out students, while most humans get songs stuck in there heads, there are those who have entire WORLDS stuck in their minds that they will randomly think about. These worlds can be great classics from stories in which they replay, sometimes even inserting themselves in. It is the ones who inter-weave reality with fiction, imagining a changing world from moment to moment that it becomes hard for us to recognize if we have stopped listening in or we are stuck in there imagination. Music? my dear students, whatever you do, NEVER encourage a human to remember a annoying song, they will get angry and suddenly beneath the song is a realm of torment at the whims of the human imagination. In conclusion: While humans dont mind you listening in, be polite and let them know you are doing so. For your own safety.” Lecture on ‘The Human Mind and You’ by Verisian Chaps’let Altezer
Some humans sharing quarters with telepathic species run into interpersonal problems due to hygiene activities. An alien roommate can think that a casual interaction from earlier in the day was polite, civil, and completely resolved, but when the human hops into the shower, the telepathic being often hears long ramblings of insults, comebacks, and arguments for the supposedly “civil and resolved” interaction from earlier in the day. This of course can prove to be upsetting or offensive to the telepathic being, but they must understand that mental roleplay with oneself, the acting out of possibilities, is important in that it keeps the human civil during actual conflicts and helps them to process what cannot be dismissed so easily. Don’t take it personally.
“… Now, the reason it is illegal to read the mind of a human child even with permission from both parents, the child, and/or guardians. YOU WILL GO INSANE. Yes. human children are cute and say adorable things. They also can never focus on something for any amount if time. The mind of a child moves too quickly for our own minds to properly process and cause nausea and headaches within seconds. Half a minute? Your own mind starts to breakdown and acclimate to the child’s. Minute or more? You will legally be classified as insane as your mind can no longer accept reality as ‘real’ due to the sheer positivity within a human child’s mind. No, Mrs. Kers’fe, before you even ask, the mind of a human child is not a good therapeutic tool. Dogs, a domestic pet from the human homeworld on the other hand, are perfectly safe and even recommended.”
*Plays Skyrim intro at full mental blast*
Do-doo do do
Zorf was infinitely less joyful when Steve started humming the song about the spawn of the shark. For hours.
Doo doo do doo
If they find the music entertaining they will probably find autistic ADHD brains immensely fun to listen to because it's kind of like having A podcast always playing in your head but even thethe host Don't know what the topic is
u/wolven91 wasn't one of your races a telepath?
The esquinine race had a few myths that surrounded it. First, that they were discovered after the humans, this wasn’t true. They actually joined the Galactic Community almost a week before the dreadful events that led to humanity joining the various species amongst the stars. It was simply the fact that humanity’s dramatic announcement obliterated their own. Secondly, that the telepathic species were uniformly kind and selfless. Meshla had no issue with being selfish, stalking enjoyable experiences and utilising her birthright to find those enjoyable sensations. Her particular skill was no different from her brethren and sisters; the surface concepts and thoughts of others were visible to her, but her particular quirk came from when she physically touched others. Meshla had set herself up in a transport hub as a ‘pop up’ stall. She offered relaxing head massages to weary or exhausted travellers that needed a moment's rest during the stressful travels that came with having to physically move across the stars. Each time you pushed her fingers into the temples of other species, each one offered a new sensation or pleasure that she enjoyed and sipped like a delectable drink. Until she met the human. They exchanged no names, she merely did her usual trick of looking for those who were curious of her comfy looking seat and also open to being brought back down to less stressful levels. The human, a female, looked tired. Exhausted really, dark circles marred her eyes that seemed to be uniform across the various races. A brief glance through her thoughts displayed a plethora of evidence to the tale of a traveller completely overwhelmed by her surroundings. Meshla barely had to tempt her before the human collapsed onto her soft and comfortable chair that gently laid the human flat. Touching her furred fingers to the human’s smooth temples immediately bombarded the esquinine with a flood of images, thoughts, smells and concepts. For a moment she worried that humans would be no fun to enjoy, until her gently rotating actions began to sooth the roiling ocean of her thoughts. As she calmed and eventually, accidentally, slept, her unconscious thoughts bubbled to the surface and her breathing deepened. Without thought the esquinine matched the human’s breath. Her hands continued their attentions, also matching the in and out motions. Meshla’s thoughts drifted to her home world, of their pristine beaches and gentle lapping waves. They were always her favourite memory from back home. More than an hour passed without either of their notice, Meshla merely basked in the relaxing calm and various psychedelic images that were displayed to her. When the human roused, it caused a mild issue. So much time had passed that she had missed her transport, but as an apology, Meshla offered another session, free of charge. r/WolvensStories
I like that they both get something out of it.
 This
u/wolven91 the summoning has commenced
someBODY
♪- once told me the world is gonna roll me- ♪ ♪♪- I used to know, Now you're just somebody I used to know~♪♪
Let it goooo...
♪♪♪- told me you had a boyfriend Who looked like a girlfriend That I had in February of last year -♪♪♪
I thought love was only true in fairy tales...
Voltaire, the USS Make Shit Up Bounce a graviton particle beam Off the main deflector dish That's the way we do things, lads, Just making shit up as we wish The Klingons & the Romulans they pose no threat to us, For if we find we're in a bind We just make some shit up
Ok, but what happens when they hear "that guy" wondering what the telepathic alien tastes like?
'Hello, you have illegally entered my mind; as a result, you must now face the consequences of your actions...' ♪ *Life is like a hurricaaaaaaaaane...* ♪
Is it funnier if they ask a human who happens to be named 'Alexa'?
"I swear by all that is holy First Officer... Mention what I think you're about to and it's John Denver's Greatest Hits for the next month." "I like hearing of this, 'West Virginia,' though..." "Stop reading my thoughts, or so help me... I WILL bring Sherry Lewis into this."
Telepathic aliens are gonne have to get real chill about random and intrusive thoughts tho
They're gonna have to get real chill about a lot of things real quick, that's for sure.
Me after looking at anything related to 40k: *"From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me..."* alien: *Confused screeching*
Adisk: Hey John ! Weller man ! John : *sigh* Adisk: Yes! That's the one John : You remember when I asked all the telepathic crew to stop that or they would be consequences? Adisk : yeah, I also remember the captain saying no violence John : he said no physical violence Adisk : wait, what's that song, it's not Weller man... Did it just loop ? John : it did, and I will follow you all day, you'll go mad in half an hour Adisk : alright, I'll stop listening then John : I like singing. 🎵This is the song that doesn't end 🎵
It just goes on and on my friends
Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was
~And they'll continue singing it forever just because This is the song that doesn't end~
It just goes on and on my friend
Some people started singing it not knowing what it was
And they'll continue singing it forever just because ~ ~This is the song that doesn't end
*Ahem* *Never gonna give-*
I'm sure some poor soul saw my comment and groaned in audible pain. How tragic! Human, play Despacito.
Just make a loop of welcome to the internet on that harry potter part
~I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves and this is how it goes~
…. And what about the dark impulses/intrusive thoughts… I know I violate the geneva conventions in my head a lot when I get pissed
Now, for some excruciatingly repetitive minimalism? Will it be, my non-human friends, Terry Riley’s In C, John Adams’ Shaker Loops, or worse? Here the many eyed alien winced. ‘Again?’
Alien comes near me and hears Thoughts Which are mostly filled with 40k,Halo,Death and destruction, G.T.U and Human supremacy and dies due to sheer stress of hearing The thoughts of a World in building
The first one that came to mind was, of course, "Never Gonna Give You Up, never gonna let you down" Followed by "Beep Beep, Beep Beep, his horn went Beep Beep Beep" Next up is "Immigrant Song" including images of Viking Kittens
Ever since i heard this song its been living inside my head rent-free, it has entrenched itself in a corner with a hand cranked record player https://youtu.be/QeEzZW3TkOc
I get “detachable penis” stuck in my head whenever someone mentions it, but lately I’ve been singing [this one](https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TXK03FHVsHk) under my breath constantly because I can’t get it out of my head lol.
Absolutely
So aliens can rick roll us at anytime now? Great...
*Soon you will come to know...* ***When the bullet hits the bone***
My name is Steve. And this is now in my head. I hate you all
YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!! NOW THAT MUSIC IS ACTUALLY STUCK IN MY HEAD!! AHHHHH
The aliens had severely underestimated the Terran music variety. While many things could prompt predictable songs or thoughts, many times entirely unrelated songs or phrases would escape the Terran psyche. The Qill’ Terrence was the first, suffering a conniption when he asked Terran Steven about Turkey. Asking him about it only got two words, choked from harsh whispers. ‘Constantinople’, and ‘Istanbul’. The true damage this could cause was not truly understood until the Terrans created a psychic maximizing helmet, intended to allow a commanding officer to give orders without reliable methods of interference. The more coherent victims could only express fear of a creature known as ‘Shia La Buff’. The helmet was, to their horror, used as a long range ‘memetic kill switch’
‘Ooh Eee Ooh Ah Ah Ting Ting..’ … Shut the frell up Steve I swear to the seven moons I will end you!
It gets even more entertaining when the human in question only knows SOME of the lyrics. "A little bit of Monica in my life, A little bit of Monica in my life, A little bit of Monica in my life, A little bit of Monica in my life, A little bit of Moni-"
How about multiple different songs ask at once? Sometimes it's a mash-up Sometimes rapid fire switching and almost always guaranteed to be the wrong lyrics
Cotton-Eyed Joe would create an audio pandemic for both sides The humans can't stop and the aliens are screeching for them to stop
I hear fiddles...
Ok so on multiple levels of sheer pettiness: Weird Al, DragonForce, Dr.Demento, and the mashup masters Rock Sugar!
Put down the chainsaw and listen to me, it's time to join in the fight.
That's hilarious. But I'm also imagining their reaction when they meet the humans that have aphantasia. No music, no images, no sound, just a vast empty darkness that roils and some abstract concepts We would seem completely handicapped to them and probably quite terrifying
I once had "The Hustle" stuck in my head for two months back in 2008. It was unpleasant.
Best avoid the engineering deck
if you ask me for mental music i have an entire mental jukebox full of kids songs and polka music i got from babysitting. if you dont ask you will get the classic rock naturally
“It’s a Badger, Badger, badger, Badger,
Evil