"Just do the shouting parts then," Tuck offers, looking to get this sorted as soon as possible. He's sure this jerk can scream just fine.

"We'll point, like this—" He thrusts two fingers in Anakin's direction, eyes bulging with unnecessary intensity. "—and then you scream. Vyng can do the bat noises. You got your harp, right?" Already Tuck is grabbing his two-necked bass, you know, past the giant axe on his back.

"Everyone know their part? Okay, break!" Tuck vaults over the table and heads for the unlucky patron holding the karaoke mic.

"HEY! GIVE ME THE MIC! GIVE—GIVE IT TO ME RIGHT NOW!"