"The beans are only kinda takin' over," Reno protested, though there was a grin in his voice as he stooped over the other way to pick up the ferret as Mako trundled on by. "And if there ain't nobody's sung to you yet, man, we gotta remedy that, yo. I'll have you know, I got a killer singin' voice, here."

Killer in that sort of way that made people wish they were dead when they heard it, perhaps.

"How's that song go, again, anyhow? Happy birthday to you, happy birthday?"

It was not a difficult song. Really. Unless you were Reno.