"No shit. I should be getting mad props for that from those baller with the cash, but..." he gestures to the skylight, where no parachutes full of gifts have recently landed. "Maybe they use some other kind of music when they's editing this shit up. Or maybe they just got bad taste. I'd be thinking they'd want some beats with a little more aggro on the bass for a murdergame."

Punchy looks back over at his little pet project.

"I need a receiver. Some sort of broadband or wireless. All I got is what you can jack in, which is only tape input right now."