"Not too keen on it?" he asks, with a smirk. Beckoning over an employee and exchanging a few words with them, handing them the bass, then trundling over to hang by Megamind and watch him pick through music. "Not gonna go off and find religion, rediscover myself or any of that bullshit. But I had some baggage, you know? Good to be done with that." Baggage. The band, the fame, the cheating wife, the utter disaster of that last show... baggage. Right.

"Little less in music then your line of work, I s'pose. Though you can't get anywhere without innovation. Nowhere worth it."