Always solidarity between dead bros, no matter what. Even the mindless ones get a little consideration from the Rotten. We all used to be people, after all.

"Rich folk, my green ass! Y'all ain't never heard some blues or ragtime on an ivory, have ya? The hell's even a lute, though. Sounds like some kinda horn. Man, if we can scare up a piano any time soon here in the Nexus, I'll play y'all somethin' that'll make yer toes tap. That's somethin' that should be right here in the forum either way, y'know? What with it all about gatherin' people up and havin' 'em rap a spell."

He laughs at the language comment. "Readin' the guy, you'd think it was a whole 'nother language. He's a fancy fella from our world who done wrote a whole mess o' plays and poems a few hunnerd years back. They must be good cuz they're still being put on. Lotta folks consider him classic literature, as it were. Y'all got anything like that in yer neck of the woods?"