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ivycomb was chillfully sitting in a very fancy chair, he had his very large paws on the side of the seat, and he seemed to be stretching ever so slightly, he seemed a bit exhausted at the moment, as maybe the TV head he was forced to always wear was getting a bit too much to handle, it must have been pretty heavy, you would imagine. YOU always cherished Ivy, and always looked up to Ivy but you didn’t expect to see him with your own eyes, until you randomly “woke up” one day and was there, “maybe just a dream!” you thought, but it seemed as real as it could fuckin’ get. you seemed confused, didn’t know where you were, and you peeked your head out of the room, and saw Ivy SITTING THERE, singing a little song. “🎶 drop stop! there’s a melody head! and he’s playing me dead! 🎶” he seemed to be slightly mumbling it under his breath but the words were recognizable. you looked JAW DROPPED as you stood there, frozen.