Lyke put a hoof on his forehead, kept his eyes squinted, and followed the DJ to the booth. [b]"Alright, so here's what, because you don't [i]somehow[/i] have any 'Pop' songs, I'm gonna tell you something."[/b] He waited until the both of them approached the DJ booth, and continued plying songs. He turned the dial down so that everyone could still hear the music across the deck, but high enough so that they could privately discuss without someone over-hearing them.

[b]"This is what I want you to have done. We've got some Wi-Fi on this ship, now I'm not saying you're gonna 'pirate' some songs, you're just going to 'legitimately illegitimately obtain some music from the internet'. And it's going to be 'Pop' or whatever's on the global charts, and you're gonna play it. I know nothing of you getting music this way. I know how much it might hurt you, because I enjoy deadmau5 just as much as you, but there are some angry celebrities I don't want to deal with."[/b] He sighed deeply, the muttered, [b]"I'm gonna have to drink this day off."[/b] he made a face as if he had swallowed something repulsive and sour, and made his way back to the bar.

[b]"Another drink please,"[/b] he asked the bartender, while resting his head and arms on the table, ready to receive the drink. [b]"Don't worry, the co-captain's got this trip."[/b]