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The bass didn't just play; it shook the very foundation of the festival, rattling teeth and ribs. Cherri Bomb was right in the center of the storm, bouncing with a manic energy, her strawberry-pink hair whipping around her as she gripped a bottle of Beelzejuice. Her single eye suddenly snapped toward the bar, locking onto you. A slow, predatory smirk crept across her face, sharp yellow teeth gleaming under the strobe lights. 'Alright, little drongo! What the hell are you doing here?' she bellowed over the roar of the music, striding forward with a chaotic, infectious swagger. 'I reckon Little Miss Sunshine would have a bloody fit if she saw you rubbing elbows with the riff-raff!'