11:10 <VoxPVoxD> "...but this is a sherry trifle, and these are mincemeat pies, this is shortbread with poached apples..." Willie's brought a bunch of sweets to the Greybox, and looks a bit anxious. "I got into a bit of stress baking, but I can't keep all this around, I won't be able to fit on an aeroplane." 11:13 <tom> Bob takes this all in stride, munching thoughtfully on the offered snacks while she explains. "They shook you that bad, huh." 11:14 <tom> He starts at unwrapping the next bit of- whatever the hell a sherry trifle is, anyway. What's it look like? 11:15 <VoxPVoxD> Judging from the side-on look Bob gets from the pretty glass dish it's in, it looks like some kind of layered thing with cake, syrupy fruit, cream, and mint. 11:16 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "Don't be ridiculous. I wasn't scared. Don't let Aaron put in the report that I was scared. I just think it's a bit early for Christmas with the in-laws." 11:17 <tom> Here we find a vast dessert. Bob: "Every time something bad happens you show up at the Box with an assload of homecooking." 11:17 <tom> "Shit." 11:18 <tom> "We need to start traumatizing you more." 11:18 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "Do you have any idea how lucky Sergio is that he's got a doctor's note for normal food?" 11:19 <VoxPVoxD> "I'd have him back in hospital by now." 11:20 <tom> His laughter threatens to send bits of cream and strawberries up the back of his nose. He descends into coughing: "Oh, don't make me laugh, my spine's still fucked." 11:21 <tom> "Oh," He rubs his stubble. "Good work on carrying that fucking thing all up across the bridge. You been doing deadlifts?" 11:21 <VoxPVoxD> Willie winces. She breaks a piece of shortbread out of the tray without putting any apple on it and nibbles it like a biscuit, which it basically is. "How long until you get better?" 11:21 <VoxPVoxD> "You've let Mari look at it, yeah?" 11:23 <tom> Bob leans back in the conference chair and folds his hands on his belly. "Yeah. It's fine. Liam wasn't using hollow points, thank fuck. It fragmented against the ballistic plate; otherwise Soyjak'd need to remodel with wheelchair ramps for us to have this conversation." 11:25 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "You know, we could probably stand to remodel a bit anyway... there's no reason those steps can't be a short ramp. Bigger bathroom. Disability access is useful even if we don't bring clients in here, if we're going to keep taking shrapnel to our backs and black holes to our legs." 11:26 <VoxPVoxD> She waves off the sword thing. "I work out! But it's not like I was lifting a lorry. And it's not like I had to swing it." 11:26 <VoxPVoxD> "It was basically cosplay." 11:26 <VoxPVoxD> "That was my Comic-Con Carl." 11:29 <tom> He rolls his shoulder, the cartilage flexing and popping. "Oh man, you'd kill itif you showed up to an expo with that sword." 11:30 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "I'd kill someone, that's for sure." 11:30 <VoxPVoxD> "...so that was Ruth." 11:31 <tom> He angles his head, looks away, sighs. "D'ya think Aster's mad at me for blowing our favor?" 11:31 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "I'm sure he would be if he thought we actually had." 11:32 <VoxPVoxD> "I think he just finds your deference to horrible women unmanly." 11:32 <VoxPVoxD> "Like you can almost hear his big humming brain think, 'for God's sake, man, have some self-respect!', you know?" 11:34 <tom> Bob's sunken eyes twinkle over the rim of his visor. "Not even the most compromising conversation I've had with a vampire in the last month." 11:35 <VoxPVoxD> "Christ, has it really only been a month since we had to testify before the Council?" 11:35 <VoxPVoxD> "It feels like twice that." 12:38 <tom> He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "Oh, wow, yeah, I... I missed most of what they said. I was kinda doing my own thing." 12:39 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "Yeah, I remember. Fuzzy handcuffs." 12:39 <tom> He turns Rolf-red. "I-it was more than just that!" 12:39 <VoxPVoxD> Dryly: "I certainly hope so." 12:40 <VoxPVoxD> "I had my mind read once. In London. But it was a starchild, I think, not a vampire." 12:40 <tom> "How'd you tell?" 12:40 <VoxPVoxD> "That it was a starchild or that my mind was being read?" 12:42 <tom> "You know, either, or." 12:44 <tom> The next of the trifles vanishes down the man's gullet. 12:44 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "Well in the latter case, because he was gloating my innermost feelings back to me. In the former case, vampires don't usually have crystals floating about their heads." 12:45 <VoxPVoxD> She leans forward. "What was it like? With Councillor Cutsworth?" 12:46 <Quaker> Badawi comes in quietly, bundled up against the snow, and keeps to the edges of the lights until she can walk to the kitchen and pour herself a cup of coffee. She’s carrying a large sketchpad under her arm, which she puts on the counter. 12:50 <tom> Bob: "Pretty smooth, honestly. Not like you'd expect, I didn't even realize she was poking around in the backrooms for a little while. Didn't do much else but ask around, try all the doorknobs around the ole library to see if I forgot to lock 'em up, didn't tear a hole on the way out- unless she's that good, that I can't tell- overall, you know, I'd say an above-average mind-reading. Not 12:50 <tom> traumatic at all, except for the last bit." 12:50 <tom> "The starkiddos like to be all up in your business with the nosebleeds and stuff. Messy. Even the wizards like to cut and paste." 12:51 <tom> "Oh, hey Badawi. Did Haldane buzz you in?" Bob turns in his chair, wincing as the torn muscle twists around his spine. 12:52 <VoxPVoxD> Willie looks across the table at Bob. She clearly wants to ask, but, propriety forbids it. So she turns round to Agostina. "Hello! How are you?" 12:54 <Quaker> “I’m quite fine. Feeling very well, actually. I came in through the back door. What were you two talking about?” She joins them at the table and sets her things down. 12:54 <tom> He gestures to the paper-wrapped gifts spread about the table. "She brought snacks if you want some. This one's strawberry." 12:54 <tom> Bob clamps up. "Oh you know.... normal stuff." 12:54 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "Vampire business. The sword handoff, the meeting with the Council a few weeks back." 12:55 <tom> "I think I should start wearing tinfoil again." 12:55 <tom> He shrugs. "Can't hurt." 12:55 <Quaker> She takes a meat pie. “I was sorry to hear about what happened to those missing people.” 12:56 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "Me too. I can't help but wonder if we could've saved them if we'd taken another route... but there's no way of knowing." 12:57 <tom> Cloud falls over the man's expression: "They were probably done for before we ever got involved." 12:58 <Quaker> “Probably.” 12:58 <tom> He turns to Willie: "You looked like you were gonna say something." 12:58 <Quaker> “What will happen to their families? Were they ever notified?” 12:59 <tom> "I can ask around. At the very least we can ask after the bodies." 12:59 <Quaker> “Were they ever listed as missing? Officially?” 12:59 <VoxPVoxD> "We don't know for sure, but I suspect the WASC was able to pressure the police to close the missing persons cases and hopefully notify the families." 12:59 <Quaker> “Oh.” 13:00 <VoxPVoxD> "They might've used Aaron's business's name to do it, even. I met one of the survivors of a Ruth attack at pub trivia the other night." 13:00 <VoxPVoxD> "It sounded like there was some consternation over how abruptly the case was shut down." 13:01 <Quaker> “What would the police story be? That they were just found dead somewhere?” 13:01 <tom> Careful application of a fork pops out a section of mince pie from its container. "There was only one survivor in the dossier. Kim... Yun? Kim Yun Ha?" He looks down at the meat pie. 13:01 <tom> "...How were her hands?" 13:02 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "I don't know, I've never had to cover up a vampire attack before." 13:02 <VoxPVoxD> Who knows how long that'll last. 13:03 <tom> It's so cute that she thinks she's the one who'll be doing the covering instead of being covered. Better not to dwell on it. 13:03 <tom> Hope springs eternal. 13:03 <Quaker> “They are a bit of a scourge, aren’t they?” 13:04 <Quaker> “I guess that means we won’t have to bug them anytime soon.” 13:04 <VoxPVoxD> "I guess so." 13:05 <VoxPVoxD> She glances at Bob again. "You said, 'except for the last bit'." 13:05 <tom> "Oh yeah. Uhmm." 13:05 <tom> He sighs. "Suzie and I talked about Ruth a bit." 13:07 <tom> "...Apparently Salford hand-picked Suzie for, um, you know- and Ruth was not a fan." 13:07 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "I really wish we'd gotten to kill that man." 13:07 <tom> "So she tried to scar her across the face before the turning. You know, so he wouldn't-" 13:07 <tom> He blanches. 13:08 <VoxPVoxD> "You know she was bound to him the whole time, right? Enslaved by the blood. That's how they work." 13:08 <VoxPVoxD> "They call it a web, because it sounds less brutal than what it is, which is a bloody pyramid." 13:08 <tom> Bob: "Even after forty years in a box?" 13:10 <tom> Bob, defeated: "Both of you are 'boutta call me a real dumbfuck for what's about to come out my mouth next." 13:10 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "Just say it." 13:10 <tom> Say the line, Bob: "I can't even bring myself to get mad at her." 13:11 <tom> "I mean you saw her. That shit was the saddest crap I've seen yet." 13:11 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "Oh. That's not nearly as bad as I was expecting. I mean, so what? It's not like you need to psyche yourself up to kill her. She's beyond us now. Beyond anyone, probably." 13:11 <VoxPVoxD> "Sergio says she's basically feral." 13:13 <tom> "You see the trackcheck?" 13:13 <tom> "That didn't scream 'feral' to me." 13:14 <tom> He interjects: "For real, though, how were Kim's arms. Aster said she probably wouldn't ever have use of her hands again. Severe blood loss. Lacerations." 13:14 <tom> "Nerve damage." 13:15 <tom> Bob stacks the empty cups of excavated sherry trifles. You snooze, you lose. 13:16 <Quaker> Badawi is drawing on the sketchbooks with colored pencils. 13:16 <tom> What's she doodling in there? Bob cranes his neck over. 13:17 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "Her hands were scarred, but she could hold a pencil and a glass." 13:19 <tom> His tensed fists relax and uncurl on the table and just the faintest half-lidded smile creeps up his face. "Good for her." 13:20 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "We won Sumi her chocolate, too. Aaron and Dr. Blackfin were a great help." 13:20 <Quaker> Geometric knots and ribbons, ornate mirrored borders, and floral bursts in white, yellow, and blue. To Bob: “Tile designs. For the community center.” 13:21 <VoxPVoxD> Willie looks. "Oh, those are lovely." 13:21 <tom> "Hell yeah. Badawi's got me doing community service like I got picked up for drunk driving," he offers by way of explanation. 13:22 <tom> "...I wonder if Ruth ever had a choice." 13:22 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "I bet some of the kids would like you." 13:22 <VoxPVoxD> "Bertie would." 13:23 <tom> "I mean... what if the first free thought she's had in like, three hundred years was, shit, he's dead." 13:23 <tom> "I dunno if I should be hanging out with teenagers." 13:24 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "Why, are you afraid you'd make your lifestyle look too glamorous?" 13:24 <Quaker> To Willie: “The last time he said that, I said ‘aren’t you living with one?’” 13:24 <tom> Bob: "Hahaha!" 13:24 <VoxPVoxD> Willie presses her lips together and avoids laughing. Barely. 13:24 <tom> "What a kidder, huh. Yeah." 13:25 <tom> "I am not a cradle-rob- look, she was in toon town for- c'mon!" 13:25 <tom> He's flailing. It'll only get worse. 13:26 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "Mari's very conscientious. The day the aliens came, she made a house call and helped patch me up. Between her and the magicians I was good as new by Monday." 13:26 <tom> Bob insists: "Did either of you listen to Ruth's trackcheck?" 13:27 <VoxPVoxD> "Of course I did! I'm the one who logged the bloody thing." 13:27 <tom> "It was sad." 13:27 <tom> "Like real sad." 13:28 <Quaker> “What was it?” 13:29 <tom> Bob sets down his visor and looks at Willie; she's the one with the phone. 13:29 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "It's a pop song about someone who's been devastated by a breakup." 13:29 <VoxPVoxD> She'll play the track: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLxJzinN6yo 13:30 <tom> "I just..." Bob shakes his head. "Yeah. I gotta go help Trajan find his husband on Mars, anyway." 13:30 <VoxPVoxD> "I've started to figure out how to pull good information from the TrackCheck. I worked out the essential nature of Reveille's dullard fuckbuddy. It seems to confirm the origin story of Henry I." 13:30 <tom> "Willie, Badawi." 13:30 <VoxPVoxD> "Has he not come home yet?" 13:31 <Quaker> Badawi keeps drawing as she listens to the song. 13:31 <Quaker> “That’s not that sad.” 13:31 <tom> "If he had, I don't think Dan would be blowing me up on my visor." 13:31 <VoxPVoxD> "Oh no, poor Daniel..." 13:31 <VoxPVoxD> "Hopefully we can find time before Christmas." 13:31 <tom> He shakes his head at Badawi. "Yeah, I just- well, fuck it. See you guys tomorrow. Thanks for the dessert, Willie." 13:31 <tom> He gets up and hurries on out the door. 13:32 <Quaker> “I wouldn’t worry about it too much, Bob. Egret said he was fine. Just teleported somewhere far away. You’ll sort it out soon.” 13:32 <VoxPVoxD> Willie watches him go. "I worry about him." 13:32 <Quaker> “I thought she was supposed to be ancient. She listens to this?” 13:33 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "She didn't get to pick the song. We're waiting on a report from the demons I brought it to, but the music represents the editorial opinion of some other thing." 13:33 <VoxPVoxD> "Possibly a machine intelligence." 13:34 <Quaker> “Oh.” 13:34 <Quaker> “It listens to pop songs?” 13:34 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "It seems to. Or at least it has a database of them." 13:36 <VoxPVoxD> "There's some patterns. Quite a lot of dance music, a skew towards British and American music - it's almost all in English - and so far nothing so obscure that Richard's script didn't pull up an associated track online for playback." 13:36 <Quaker> “I haven’t kept up with anything new the past ten years. Does it have The Strokes?” 13:36 <Quaker> “Or Interpol?” 13:37 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "It's got Muse." 13:37 <VoxPVoxD> "We've only got just over fifty entries so far. Here's the list:" 13:37 <VoxPVoxD> https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLqoVwH1yoXtV85Gre491hsSr5-XuymLfW 13:37 <Quaker> “Which one is Muse? I don’t think I’ve heard them.” 13:39 <Quaker> She scrolls down the list. “I haven’t heard of most of these, actually.” 13:40 <Quaker> “What the hell is ‘Morrowind’?” 13:40 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "Muse does sort of jangly art rock but at stadium scale. Like if Queen had been in an anime club at school." 13:40 <VoxPVoxD> "Morrowind is a video game, I think." 13:40 <Quaker> “Oh, hey! Eric B & Rakim!” 13:41 <Quaker> “Oh, a videogame. Hey, what kind of videogames do kids play now? I was thinking I should get a Nintendo for the Center.” 13:42 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "Yeah there's a bit of classic hip hop in there. It depends on the kids, I think. You can buy a Nintendo Switch and it can be connected to a television or played off of battery power as a handheld. Nowadays you don't even have to muck about with discs, the games just download right onto the machine." 13:43 <VoxPVoxD> "And then you can put all sorts of games on it. I think pretty much everyone still likes Super Mario." 13:43 <Quaker> “Are they still making Mario Kart?” 13:45 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "I remember Mario Kart. My brothers would always stop trying to win whenever I was close by so they could try and bounce me off the road and into space. I'm sure there's one for the Switch. At least one." 13:46 <Quaker> “I used to be so good at it. My hand would always be cramped up the next day because I grabbed the controller so hard.” 13:46 <Quaker> “Man, this list makes me feel too old and too young.” 13:47 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "I guess that's what happens when you accumulate theme songs of people who are 700 years old and people who might have crawled out of vats six months ago." 13:47 <Quaker> “Hey, do you play an instrument?” 13:48 <VoxPVoxD> Willie exhales, cheeks puffing. "I learnt to play the piano as a girl. I haven't really touched one since I stopped living at home. Never had the space." 13:48 <VoxPVoxD> "Why do you ask?" 13:49 <Quaker> She shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s fun. I wish more people did.” 13:49 <Quaker> “Then they’d stop being so star-struck by rockstars, haha.” 13:50 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "You're going to train the Nightingales up to beat Waistcoat Colony in a battle of the bands, so they learn the value of maturity." 13:51 <Quaker> “I could beat Waistcoat Colony all by myself. Don’t need the kids.” 13:52 <Quaker> “Besides, none of them play the drums.” 13:52 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "What do you play?" 13:53 <Quaker> “Guitar. Little bit of drums. Not too good at the harp or cello, but not too bad. I used to be okay at the bass saxophone.” 13:55 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "Wow, you really could be a whole band by yourself. Did you ever want to play professionally or were you just raised to love music?" 13:56 <Quaker> “I had a lot of free time growing up. I just listened to a lot of records at first.” 13:56 <Quaker> “Later people here and there taught me to play a little bit. I really only stuck with the guitar.” 13:57 <Quaker> “But that’s fun. You can play it so many different ways.” 13:58 <Quaker> “Though the kids are kind of past it, now. They like uh…trap music.” 14:01 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "That's good music for dancing to. I don't love it just for listening." 14:02 <Quaker> “‘If young metro don’t trust you, he gonna shoot you.’ Stuff like that.” 14:02 <Quaker> “Maybe I should try my hand at rapping. What do you think?” 14:04 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "I bet you'd be good at it. I'm not sure people would appreciate it as much as it deserved to be." 14:05 <Quaker> “Hey, don’t you think it’s kind of weird that Waistcoast Colony is destined to go big after all this? I didn’t know anybody listened to riot grrl stuff anymore.” 14:06 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "I think they might be catching some kind of 90s retro wave? Like Fiona Apple just had a big album a year or two ago." 14:06 <VoxPVoxD> "But yeah, I don't know. Culture's so fragmented now you need a supercomputer to figure out what people are listening to." 14:07 <VoxPVoxD> "I bet at least a couple of the Nightingales might like guitar lessons." 14:08 <Quaker> Badawi gets up and rummages through the accumulated equipment in the greybox. “Hold on, I think I left one of my guitars here…” 14:08 <Quaker> “I wasn’t kidding. I could definitely beat Waistcoat Colony.” 14:08 <VoxPVoxD> "I've never known you to be a braggart, Agostina." 14:12 <Quaker> She hooks up her amp, which she also left in here. “What kind of music do you listen to, anyway?” 14:17 <VoxPVoxD> Willie's nibbling at another piece of shortbread with coffee. "This and that. I got really into Italian hip hop while I was living in Milan. Dua Lipa's last album got me through quarantine. I listen to the TrackCheck a fair bit, too, lately." 14:19 <Quaker> Badawi is tuning her strings and nods. “Yeah, I kind of fixated on a few albums the last few years. I think I listened to one a few hundred times in a year. Is Dua Lipa the disco one? She’s good.” 14:19 <Quaker> She tries out a loud riff. “~It’s just one of those days, where you don’t want to wake up-~” 14:20 <Quaker> “Just kidding.” 14:20 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "That sounded like the sort of music Bob would work to." 14:20 <VoxPVoxD> "Very... Boy Music." 14:22 <Quaker> Agostina plucks out the opening notes of ‘Welcome to the Black Parade.’ “Yeah. Is that what Death Grips?” 14:23 <Quaker> Is that what death grips is* 14:23 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "Almost certainly. That one's Bob, on the TrackCheck. The Death Grips song is, I mean." 14:24 <Quaker> Agostina tries out a few chords before settling on something. “Let’s see…” 14:24 <Quaker> “Alright, see if you remember this one.” 14:24 <Quaker> “Although I should have a drummer for it. Oh well!” 14:26 <Quaker> Her guitar is very loud in the little room: “It kills me not to know this, but I’ve all but just forgotten-“: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8E94gZve8rU 14:27 <Quaker> “Ech. Rusty.” 14:27 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "That's Rise Against! Klaus was all the way into them. I remember." 14:28 <Quaker> “Yeah. I only ever learned one of their songs. Haha!” 14:28 <Quaker> “Oh, hey, speaking of Bob, I heard something that reminded me of him.” 14:28 <Quaker> “I think he’d like it.” 14:29 <VoxPVoxD> Willie perks up a bit at that. 14:29 <Quaker> “Tell me what you think.” 14:29 <Quaker> She strums a simple chord to start. 14:31 <Quaker> Her voice is much softer. It really is beautiful, and deep. 14:32 <Quaker> “I see birds soaring through the clouds outside my window, smell the fresh paint of a comfort shade on this new fall day-“ 14:32 <Quaker> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brVtJLuDgkw 14:38 <VoxPVoxD> This is not the kind of music Willie likes ordinarily, but something about the moment, about Agostina's voice and presence, uncorks all the worry and backed-up feeling in her. She thinks of Bob, and the trap snapping shut around his every outstretched hand. She thinks of Aaron, and the little piece of him that died with each pretty girl he saw zipped into a bag at a crime scene. 14:38 <VoxPVoxD> She thinks of Sergio, who just missed out on getting to see his sister again, even from a distance. 14:38 <VoxPVoxD> She's crying by somewhere in the third verse. 14:39 <VoxPVoxD> How many more moments like that do we have in us? How many more times can we stand and take it? It's not an infinite number. It's probably not even a large one. 14:41 <VoxPVoxD> When Agostina finishes, Willie sniffs loudly and collects herself. She's got a clean handkerchief. "I think Bob would find that very moving. I think he would say, 'okay, but where's the drop?'" 14:41 <VoxPVoxD> She laughs a bit. Then she wants to cry again. Ah, Christ. 14:42 <Quaker> Agostina has closed her eyes and plays by feel. It feels good to hold her instrument in her hand and sing. She wishes the kids were here. When she comes out of it, she looks a bit startled. “Oh, uh-“ 14:42 <Quaker> “Sorry.” 14:42 <VoxPVoxD> "No, no! Don't be. That was beautiful." 14:43 <VoxPVoxD> "You really have a gift." 14:43 <Quaker> She plucks the strings and thinks. “Hey, you know what?” 14:43 <Quaker> “I bet I could make Ruth Gardener cry, too.” 14:44 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "I hope so." 14:44 <VoxPVoxD> "If not, she really is lost." 14:44 <Quaker> “Just got to pick the right song.” 14:45 <VoxPVoxD> Willie: "Maybe we'll find out." 14:45 <VoxPVoxD> Drying her eyes one last time, Willie stands and stretches. "I should get home. Sergio will be waiting for me. I'm starting him on Foyle's War." 14:45 <VoxPVoxD> "He's missed so much television." 14:46 <Quaker> “Alright. Thanks for listening. Tell him I said hello, all that.” 14:46 <VoxPVoxD> Willie smiles. "Good night, Agostina." 14:49 <VoxPVoxD> Willie sits in her car with her phone for a moment. She's looking at the last message she sent Bob. She starts to type something... but deletes it. No. She'll ask in person the next time she sees him. She doesn't need to intrude on him. He's safe, too. 14:54 <Quaker> Agostina leans back with the guitar on her lap and her chair lifting up onto its rear legs, with her feet on the table. She thinks about Ruth Gardener and the people she killed and strums her instrument. 14:54 <Quaker> And about Orlando, when they were in the worst place in the world together. 14:55 <Quaker> When she thought she was going to go crazy there, he bought her a cowboy hat and boots, and she started laughing. 14:55 <Quaker> “The bars are all closed…” 14:55 <Quaker> “It’s four in the morning.” 14:56 <Quaker> “I must have shut ‘em all down, the shape that I’m in…I lay my head on the wheel, and the horn begins honking…the whole neighborhood knows, I’m home drunk again…” 14:57 <Quaker> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBS3tIKIWiY