[The PCD clicks on, playing an orchestral tune. However, as a couple of musicians might notice, it lacks something - a piano solo. It then suddenly stops short with a click from a recorder, and then came Joshua's voice, murmuring.]
Hmm. One man's trash, another man's treasure, indeed.
[Joshua's voice then goes back to a conversing level, as if he's talking to the PCD.]
Animus, this is your final warning. The day tomorrow shall be the start of our game. You have your entry fee, and I have mine. Let's see who comes out victorious, then?
[Joshua chuckles before playing the piano, synchronized with the
orchestral recording. The feed continues on until the piece ends.]