[He lets out a grunt. He should have known. You die for a week and suddenly it's an excuse for people to take the week off.]

Now, see, I've heard talk that while I was gone, some fuckwit managed to get a karaoke machine installed at the Good Spirits. When I go to get a drink, it's not to listen to some asshole who thinks they can sing go spreading noise pollution. So I need to thing displaced. And somewhere to store it once I've gone and removed it. You see where I'm going, right?