I think my new job is shadier than when I worked at that club.

What's that saying... "out of the frying pan..."?

[Lilting guitar music comes through--Ray's accidentally hit the thing... So he's recording some new crap he's fooling around with. At some point, he notices, and there's a bit of a click as shifts the device.]

Whoops. That's a preview, I guess.

Hey, Dem, are you going to that big thing tonight, or what?

[An image of a half-focused, extended, lone middle finger appears; it is soon replaced by Ray's face]

Next time you try to mug a guy and take his guitar, make sure he doesn't feel like beating the crap out of you with the heavy-as-hell case.

Guys, I'll be late to rehearsal.

[and the video ends abruptly]

(parts in caps are so loud they're almost distorted)

Get your ass to the studio ASAP, Demyx.

WE HAVE A MOTHERFUCKING BAND!

If you're not there tonight I'm kicking you out. This bassist is going to blow your mind.