In which the FM dial is seized and throttled.

In which our heroes scheme to find enough people to be their rabid lackeys that they never need scrub another toilet (aside from their own) again.

In which lobsters are wrangled, basses plucked vigorously, and animal skins pounded with little regard to safety.

In which the raw, volcanic power of the natural force that is Hidari is captured and digitized.

In which children are nourished with music supplements and websites are revised.