Oh Sailor Myth, Oh Sailor Myth
To the tune of: Oh Chanukah, Oh Chanukah
'Sung' by Rachel's usual gang of idiots

Leta: *Screeching as she reads hesitantly off a sheet of 
paper* "Oh Sailor Myth, oh Sailor Myth, forget your egg nog. Hava 
Nagila, we'll all sing a Jewish song."

Ammon: *Stares wide eyed and blank* O_O... I won't do it... I won't 
do it...

Felice: *Clears his throat*I'll read his part, no worries. "Gather 
round the message board, we'll give you a treat, Sailor Myth 
Monthly Fun, those men are good enough to ea-", WAIT A 
SECOND! I'm not saying "those men are good enough to eat"! 

Leta: I can't read this bit. What's it say?

Felice: I mean, this is an outrage! I'm the perverted 
40-something! I shouldn't have to talk about guys. Girls, sure, 
but -guys-.

Marisse: Give it a rest, pop.

Ammon: I won't do it... I mean, I had no time to rehearse. *Looks 
at paper nervously* I don't even know the notes.

Leta: What exactly is a latke? And, like, why would Amir look 
sexy, like, eating it and stuff? I don't get the song.

*Exasperated* Um... happy Chanukah, everyone? This -was- 
s'posed to be a song, but I can't write lyrics so you all got this. 
Ha ha. Maybe I'll finish it some day.