"We can write a song about it, when we're done here," Wrench promises, shifting idly as he finishes disconnecting the last of the wires tying the LED plate to the rest of the mask. "Maybe steal the karaoke machine from that place Sitara likes, and rework it for accompaniment or whatever. And I know I've got some shit for pyrotechnics laying around. We could make it a whole thing."

This may or may not be where the DedSec guy flipping people off, set to Ode to Joy was born.