This is happening. 

This is actually happening. 

Sylvia had half a mind to pinch herself just to check and see if she was dreaming all of this and Keratia was nothing more than a product of her dreams. But no! The dubstep music, the lights, everything! This was surreal as surreal could get....Has this shopkeeper been to Earth? She focused her attention back to the shopkeeper as he loomed and started his rap battle attack. 

She waited patiently for him to finish with a smile on her face. 

When he was done, she grinned and commented "How cute," before starting her own onslaught of rap battle poetry. Her voice was louder, and prouder than normal, as she tried to emulate the many rappers she heard back home in New York City. 

[center][i]That's a charming little ditty, I barely felt that mockery!
I hope you're ready, 'Cause I'm bringing on the debauchery!
Don't you know not to judge a book by its cover?
My friends and I have souls that shine like the sun, you won't be able to recover!
You call that mug perfection?! 
Take a look in the mirror and you'll need a resurrection!

What's the matter old-timer, can't take the heat?
If that's the case then you should get out of the hot seat and admit defeat!
I see your riches, but I don't see any of your bitches,
Just as well! How can you have them, when you can't wear britches?!
What even are you?
I'll tell you: Just a head compensating his lack of a body with a bunch of eyes! Who knew?![/i][/center]

She wasn't done yet. She was saving what she thought were the harder hitting insults for after the shopkeeper's next stanza.