Popcorn & Pressure Waves (The Training Arc) (ver 2)

[Verse 3] He’s shouting "Zoomies?" like it’s some kind of curse He’s acting energetic, but it’s only getting worse He saw the old footage, the "Explosion Flower" bloom Now there’s a strange tension filling up the room He slams the laptop shut, he’s gotta clear his head "I’m gonna brush my teeth!" is the only thing he said Then the bathroom door slams—it’s a muffled symphony Of off-key singing and a failed handstand theory! [Pre-Chorus] Shadows on the floor, jumping jacks under the door Explosive sounds increasing, he’s preparing for a war He bursts back out in a ridiculous pose The "Future of Heroics" from his head down to his toes! [Chorus] Oh! It’s an accidental popcorn explosion! Butter on his shirt, keeping emotions in motion He’s talking shock fronts and detonation waves But he’s tripping over kernels, these are chaotic days! "Don't let me help with art projects!" he screams Wiping butter off his chin, fueling Lyric’s dreams. [Verse 4] 6 AM sharp, bring the coffee and the book He’s got a whiteboard now, give it a look Rule number seven: No sketching while he’s talking Rule number nine: Stop all that "sentimental" walking! He’s blushing red, a "Captain" in a crisis Sticking rules to the wall with his explosive devices "Professional development!" he yells with a glare While the smell of burnt popcorn still lingers in the air. [Bridge] He froze mid-stride, hair whipped around his face Because you asked to sketch him? He’s all over the place! The whiteboard clatters, he’s frantic with the pen Adding rules ten through twenty, then starting again "You're doing this on purpose!"—yeah, maybe just a bit Watching Lord Explosion Murder having a total fit. [Outro] Yeah, he’s basically an expert on explosions (Professional conduct, or so he says!) Just don't bring the extra coffee, Lyric! (Unless you want rule twenty-one!) "BEHOLD!"