Furry Lisa By The Beetlebrows
Ahh — Furry Lisa by good ole Beetlebrow, the one and only Ludwig Van, the Oven-man himself. He probably wouldn’t be all too pleased by this. He always struck me as a very serious fellow, and I don’t think he’d appreciate any clowning around on guitars. Guitars are so 17th century, while the piano is a thoroughly modern instrument — er, by Beetlebrow’s standards. In Beethoven’s eyes, only way he could get any more modern is if he bathed every week. Our guitar-wielding friend probably bathes every day, which would make him a bit of a weirdo to Ludwig. Only a psychotic or a degenerate would bathe himself that much.
Personally, I don’t think Beethaven’s opinions on personal hygiene should enter into it. The fellow did something a bit weird for the sake of being weird, and he should get a cookie for being a good sport. Of course, under no circumstance should that many guitars be allowed in one room. If you’re not careful a jam session might break out, or worse — they might start reproducing and make more guitars.