[Jonny's been quiet for most of the meeting, leaning precariously back in a dining room chair with his feet propped up on the table like a true asshole rebel and watching people bounce around theories and songs.

And then Jeremy starts shaking like a leaf and spouting things about super computers and mind control and he lets out a roaring laugh.]

Only one way to know for sure, ladies and lads. [He throws his legs off the table and rises to his feet, rounding to approach Jeremy and Angus. He picks up the bottle of soda, lightly tossing it between his hands.] And if I go all robo Jonny one of you cuts my throat, I bounce back ten minutes later and all's just dandy.