Heh, thanks. [As if this fuckin' idiot could hold a beat. Sharky seems like every other poor jerkoff in the world, which is probably why people feel like they can let their guard down with him.

No wonder he was so goddamn easy to possess. At least this kid will make a better score for -- well, he hopes it'll be one of his brothers, but it could be anyone. Fuuuuuuck, he hopes it's not Daisy.]

It's been forever for me, too. Feels like... I dunno. Decades? Centuries? Since I gotta jam like that. Usually, it's all about playin' faster, playin' better -- heh, like my music could save the world. Nice to just let loose.

[Pickles takes a breath. He does feel a little bad about this next part... but fair's fair. Next time the lines between life and death on the ship are blurred, the kid can steal a body for himself.]

Hey, uhhh, would ya mind if I took a look at your guitar? I never was as good at them as the drums, but...