"Thanks for the beer" Jase tells the musicians as he gulps it down, trying to think of something he'd be willing to sing. He'd done some karaoke, but that was different - the screen helped with lyrics, and no one much minded if a rendition was mangled a little since they'd be up there in the same situation soon enough. He needed something simple. "I could try 'Moons of Venetia'. Fair warning though - I suck. I'm a fighter, not a singer."