"Hey Chop Chop. Do you like girls?"
"I'm not interested in answering this ridiculous question... Tch... You made me messed up on my Tempo."
"Oh come on, you've got to have some girl you like. It's either that or I'm going to see you marry a guy."
"Take that back or I'll break my oath to never strike a woman."
In the Chopin Family Parlour (a boarding house for boys), Frederic Chopin - the second child of four siblings and the only son in the family - was busy. He had finished his daily chores in chopping the wood for the fireplace, finished his runs in the market to stock up the pantry, and have already made a packaged lunch for his older sister and two little sisters when they come back from school... while he was absent due to his health again. He was occupied in practicing on of his compositions for an upcoming concert that he will perform at a Duke's Manor next week. He wanted to focus... wanted.
"Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuurp... What. This is how the British Drink their tea."
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"Even with sound, it's as obnoxious as a fog horn in my cultural perspective. Now please drink outside. I don't have time to deal with you Witch."
"Hmm. If I were a regular girl, I would have smashed? your cute head with a hatchet in if you had called me a witch... But due to my actual identity, I'm rather conflicted between blushing or grimacing."
The one Chopin was arguing with was the free-loading fugitive Witch who liked to were a robe resembling a Japanese Kimono patterned after the Summer Sky. She was walking around on the circle carpet, as if playing a round game of hopskotch and did some spins when jumping over a rock she threw at random.
"... Is that supposed to be a dance?"
"Ever heard of the Spanish Flamenco? Believe or not, the speed and tempo of your steps and the movement of your arms, the right swing of your hips at the specified degree of angles could form a four dimensional spell if done correctly. This could easily call upon magic that members of Heaven's Trinity could unleash."
"And what did you get?"
"A giant Holy Frog fell on me, but luckily it weighed as much as a piece of parchment paper. Otherwise, my bountiful breasts would have been in peril."
"They say one piece of paper could be defeated, but if it came in thousands then it would have been a different form of Newtonian physics altogether. Maybe you won't be as lucky and a stack like the leaning Tower of Piza might land on you one day."
"...... Oh me oh my. My hand that's holding your father's rum is slipping out from my slender and into your Piano."
"Penny. You're doing this on purpose."
Fortunately, Chopin had enough time to practice and performed spelndidly at the Duke's Mansion. His secret technique used to solve the aforementioned problem was simple.
"CHOP! CHOP! GET ME OUT OF THIS BARREL YOU NAILED ME IN! DO IT NOW OR I'LL OBLITERATE YOUR CELLAR WITH A LEVEL 50 FIREBALL! GAAAAAH! WI-WITHOUT MY WAND, MY MAGIC IS USELEEEEEEEEESS!"
Being practical (genius).