It pleased Jennifer to no ends that the sound she created was making waves on the Internet, it was kind of like an inside joke only she knew, she remembered Sojj always said he wanted to be popular, to be an household name, to be so famous he couldn't walk the streets freely, he would talk and talk while she sat massaging his foot with coconut oil, but those were in the early days of their love affair, before she found out he had two wives and she was the least cared for of all three, she felt it had a bit to do with her job, he always insinuated that disc jockeying was not a noble profession for a woman. Jennifer did not have a problem with being cheated on, infidelity served as a recurrent motif in her past relationships, what she didn't like was being jilted while enduring hardship, which is why she lost her mind the day she found out Soji had built houses for both his wives while she lived in a rental apartment with a landlord that was quick to offer sex in exchange for her rent whenever she delayed payment.

She invited Soji to a feast as a way of apologising to him for her outburst the day she confronted him, she revised her plans again in her head while polishing and sterilising her tools, this process was one she didn't take lightly, she didn't like dealing with the skin infection, it usually made the skin rot and the smell nauseated her after a couple of days. He came in with an angry face expecting to be appeased, she lured him to the dining area with the promise of a good time and hit him on the head with her brand new maroon ceramic pot few minutes after they had eaten, it was non stick and came in a set that had a frying pan, she dragged his body into her studio and decided to go for the bones that made drum like sounds. 

She planned to create a contrast by hitting the bones with a metallic bat, first the skull then the ribcage then the femur and finally the humerus with little echoes of cracked phalanges, her voice would give direction and name this parts. Her anatomy degree might not have helped her get a good job but so far the knowledge was a pleasure to have, she had spent a few days working on the beat before she released it on her Instagram page with the caption "Feel your bones pop" she contacted her partner, a popular tiktoker and choreographer to create a dance routune for the sound, finally the thirsty masses would be satisfied and Soji's wish of embarrassing fame would be fulfilled, albeit in death but fulfilled irregardless. As was her tradition with her previous cheating partners, she prepared noodles in the pot that assisted in taking their lives without wiping off their blood and sipped their favourite drinks. She heard her phone beep with a text from her new admirer and hoped for his sake he did not have a restless member.