[Scene Drexciyan home base Lake Michigan, the control room]
"Yo-ho Drexciyan controller No.2 whassup with you?"
"Chillin' No.1, finishing some tracks."
No.1 slaps No.2 on the back: "So tell me, how was your holiday in Nee-pon? Get any cool new gadgets?"
No.2 proceeds with programming a drum track: "Nah, nothing special. I was more into the idorus, virtual honeys, knowwoti'msayin'. Hot damn, now that's progress. I just can't understand why Sony starts importing these babes."
"I hear you, did you say hi to Godzilla by the way?"
"Wasn't at home... probably busy eating some sorry-ass island for breakfast. The guy's got a great crib by the way. Huge. We should ask him if we can record there one day. You know, to get some fucked-up acoustics. Anyway, how did your holiday work out, No.1?"
No.1, in the process of installing a new piece of equipment, smiles.
"Chillin' in the Caribbean. Man, I got rid of my warrior stress in no time. You know -- me, my laptop, some cocktails."
"Yeah, listening to that Other People Place album... I could just form a picture of Mr. Hard-ass Drexciya blowing off some steam."
"Yeah, well time to go to work. Finish some tracks so we can get old man Neptune off our backs and go on some missions like in the old days."
They give each other a high-five.