"We'll shred the sleeve!" A printer whirred to life under the sound of Jecht's bellowing. "Then we'll spin it like you got so ripped from your playing that it just burst! Come on, don't go down some weird route!"

Back the drummer came, a piece of paper with a list of tattoo places on it thrust out towards Roy. "I mean what kind of a question is that, what do women like.... Women are people too, dumbass, they like different stuff."