Challenge #00849-B118: Tough Crowd
A species that has a language where musical vocables (La, de, dum, da etc.) are all either swearwords or very rude.
“I d-d-d-d-don’t know what happ-p-p-ened,†complained Rabbit.
“We were going so well,†said The Spine. “It doesn’t compute… it doesn’t compute…â€
“…i don’t want to be mus-ic-ians an-y-more…†sulked Hatchworth.
Pete 17, urgently directing repair teams of Walter Workers, took a deep breath. “What the heck happened? Everybody loves your music…â€
“I dunno,†said Rabbit. “W-w-w-one minute, I was all, ‘Attune your ears to the g-grinding gears’, and the n-n-n-next, it was a rrrr-rrr-riot.â€
“They don’t like Brass Gog-gles,†said Hatchworth, huddled in a corner.
Realisation hit like a truck. “I told you not to put that in the set list,†complained Pete 17. “I told you for a very good reason. Do any of you remember what that was?â€
Hatchworth put up his hand. “I know, Mis-ter Wal-ter! Pick me!â€
Sigh. “Yes, Hatchy.â€
“The cul-ture and lan-guage of this plan-et puts our lyr-ics in the naugh-ty box.â€
“What?†said Rabbit.
“We were sing-ing rude words.â€
There was a moment of relative silence. Filled by the noise of tools and urgent repairs.
Finally, there was a single summary of realisation from The Spine. “Oops.â€
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