[ WP ] In another world , words of music have power to shape reality . Powerful spell-musicians have fought since time immemorial for dominance . The common man thought it would never end , and have taken to summoning strangers from other universes for help . Today , they summoned Bo Burnham .

The musicians of the world had a tendency to be outlandish looking, fierce, armour plated and/or colourfully robed, all ready for battle. The Band of the Blade, made up of dozens of musicians, stood in silence on the far end of the battlefield, ready for the newest addition to the ranks of the enemy. Picks sat on strings, fingers on keys, all twitching with anticipation. 
 
 The anticipation rose abruptly as the Earth Musician finally appeared. The fog covering the battlefield parted, revealing the Earth Pianist, sitting on a small stool in front of a dark piano with a microphone. They always looked odd, but not quite like this one. He was tall, lanky, and dressed in a simple jeans and grey t-shirt. He looked like he belonged in a tavern, let alone a field of war. 
 
 Pianist Burnham looked up with a dramatic flick of his hair, and gazed along the field. After a moment, he put his lips uncomfortable close to his microphone: `` I do n't normally improvise like this, but it looks like y'all need some Bo-love in your lives...'' He whispered in a tone that would n't be out of place in an ASMR video. 
 
 Finally, Pianist Burnham stretched his arms up and straight, cracking his knuckles, and brought them down onto his piano, shattering the long fought-for silence of the battlefield. 
 
 
 `` I hope you guys like it the old fashioned way, 
 
 Cause it's about to get medieval today, 
 
 When I'm done with ya, you'll be bloody, 
 
 Like a tampon used by a rhino buddy,'' 
 
 
 Already, the Band of the Blade was unable to play, finding themselves cut, bruised and covered in unpleasant-smelling blood. 
 
 `` I call this one the fires of hell!'' Bo stopped his tune, and pounded on the keys of his piano while he yelled in a deep voice. All along the ranks of the Band, fires erupted, burning musicians and their instruments to a state of uselessness. 
 
 Bo returned to his tune. 
 
 
 `` Ooh, looks like that one crashed and burned, 
 
 Better than your mother, a lover she has n't earned! 
 
 ( Ha! )'' 
 
 
 Bo began his chorus: 
 
 
 `` This tune is the Bo Burnham war anthem, 
 
 This tune is will bring ugly chaos and mayhem, 
 
 ( like your mother! Ha! ) 
 
 I hope you're ready for the end of your world, 
 
 The pain that your mother still has n't earned! 
 
 ( HA! )'' 
 
 
 Bo stopped and looked down at his microphone, scolding himself for un-clever jokes about mothers, as the Band of the Blade, still unable to play a single note, were ravaged by the fire, blood and mayhem of the Burnham anthem. 
 
 Burnham looked up, intent on doing another chorus, only to discover that the Band of the Blades were indeed playing a song. He sat up, put his hand to his mouth and yelled, `` What do you call that one? It just sounds like screaming with a side of shame!'' 
 
 Bo realised that the opposing band was unable to continue altogether, and decided to call it a day. He stood up from his piano, seemingly well composed as he drew a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, before throwing it over his shoulder and leaning back into the mic one last time, `` You just got Bo-Burned!''
