Music to my ears, Bernard! Scream as much as you want!

[He called out over the noise of the drill. His art was looking good already: Riddle me tits only needed a smiley face to top it off. He began the circle on Andy's abdomen.]

This isn't personal, by the way, Bernard. Sure, you irritated the hell out of me in the Porter room with your ABBA impressions, but I wouldn't torture a guy over that--

[He paused, then chuckled.]

--well, I would, but that's certainly not why I'm using your torso as a canvas.