FeatherSpiral

Synopsis de la chanson Ali est un jeune homme turc typique ; il passe ses journées au bistrot à jouer aux cartes (pişpirik), écouter du MFÖ et regarder le match. Il s'est épris d'une fille, qui ne le sait pas ; très belle plutôt grande, élégante comme une biche, agréable et mignonne, elle adore lire. Jeune femme très moderne et versée dans la philosophie, son seul défaut est d'aimer se montrer intellectuelle. Elle excelle dans la théorie, mais est une vraie girouette quand il s'agit de choisir un camp : idealisme, humanisme, rationalisme... Ali se met en tête de l'aborder et interdit à ses amis d'approcher cette fille, cependant tout le monde se pose des questions. Tout les oppose, alors comment l'abordera-t-il : lui jouer un tour, l'approcher en gentleman, se présenter à sa famille... elle semble si froide. Un jour qu'Ali attend sur le qui-vive, la fille surgit du coin de la rue, alors le refrain d'une chanson de MFÖ (Ali Desidero) commence à jouer. En l'entendant, la jeune femme

"Chelsea here, your new news anchor as Jeremy becomes old news! Eheheh *ahem* ...Anyway, the weather. Hi, Daniel!" "Hello Chels! Yesterday's match was between Manchester United and Paris Saint-Germain. PSG had the home advantage as they faced off in Parc des Princes, but Manchester still-" "Uhm... excuse me, but... What's that got to do with the weather?" "Well, if it'd rained, they couldn't have played soccer, could they?" "Ugh. Get your head in the game, Daniel." "I did! I spent hours rehearsing my script - in sports, as usual. Then you appointed me at the last minute to talk about a couple dumbass clouds!" "Pffft, please. You were just paraphrasing the live commentary, anyway. Beejay can fill in for you just fine." "Buh- Beejay? Are you shitting me? He's literally a sheep!" "Wow Daniel, never knew you to be a racist. Hope you fix that next time, and leave your attitude at the door too. Sorry everyone, we'll have to skip the weather this once." - "Chelsea here, and now it's time for

[NOTE: "Mehmetçik" but DA doesn't allow accented titles.] [inspired by *salutes*] Parker is strolling along a concrete path to the back of the beach, when he notices a mid-to-large sized dog. It has a strange camo-patterned fur, stands on extended legs atop a slab, and looks straight ahead with floppy ears. As he approaches, the animal doesn't move a hair, despite seeming alive and wide awake otherwise. Parker steps onto the slab, crouches and strokes the odd dog's soft fur, enjoying how thick it feels. Under his petting, the dog's head begins to rapidly spin counterclockwise, with a gentle whir. He pulls his hand away and rises up to his feet, staring down in confusion; the movement stops. "Weird," he mumbles to himself. For some reason, he decides to try again - with his butt rested on his heels, he tousles the fluff. This time it's the tail that turns clockwise, making that same sound. He stands back up, chuckling. "Didn't know Turks recycled decommissioned helicopters into stray