None of this gentle and polite strumming nonsense. You've got your dominant paw whipped into such a shape that nobody ever shakes your hand a second time. Regardless of whether you're using a pick or fingering the strings, the latent muscles making up your mits have been rigorously trained to tame your bass and, as a slight benefit, you could now burst a Capri-Sun open if you so wished.
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