Video; Set before I've Got Your Name Written Here.

[prairietroubador]

[The man on the comms looks pretty resigned to being stuck here for now. When he speaks, it's with a western drawl.]

Howdy folks. Name's Greg Saunders. I'm a country singer by trade and, since it'll probably hurt more'n it helps to keep it under wraps, I'm also a member of the Justice League. Which means I'm a superhero, for those of you who don't who we are.

Folks call me Vigilante. No powers, but I'm good with a gun, same with a lasso, and I throw a decent punch.

Nice to meet y'all. I wish it could be under better circumstances, but if I'm honest that ain't exactly new for me.

[Encrypted]

What exactly is the lay of the land here, anyways? Besides Jorgmund havin' no regard for our lives or limbs?

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[prairietroubador]

He. You're alright, kid.

Lemme know if you want a song at some point. I can't promise it'll be anythin' special, since I haven't gotten my hands on a guitar yet, but I'll try my best.

[walkingballpit]

You’re not bad yourself.

[ After all, he’s got over the whole Brainiac thing quickly, or at least he’s reserving judgment to see for himself. That’s a rare thing in Robbie’s opinion. ]

Know any Alice in Chains?

[ Country isn’t exactly his thing... ]

[prairietroubador]

Sorry, but they ain't exactly part of my repertoire.

[Greg thinks it over a second. He doesn't have a lot options for someone who isn't a fan of country, but he does have some.]

How do you feel about Eric Idle?

[walkingballpit]

... please tell me you’re going to stand in the tea chest singing “Jerusalem.”

[prairietroubador]

I was thinkin' more along the lines of the Galaxy Song myself.

[walkingballpit]

[ Robbie waves a hand invitingly. ]

Hey, the feed is yours. Don’t mind me, I’ma sit back, lip sync into a hair brush, and wait for the science geeks to come busting through the wall like the Kool-Aid man to correct the bad numbers.

It’s a double feature.

[prairietroubador]

Alright then, Galaxy Song it is. Here we go.

[Greg starts singing, his voice a smooth baritone with a clear country twang. He might be singing someone else's song, but that doesn't mean he's not going to put his own spin on it.]

♪Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown,♪
♪And things seem hard or tough,♪
♪And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft,♪
♪And you feel that you've had quite eno-o-o-o-o-ough…♪

♪Just remember♪

[As he gets into the meat of the song, guitar and percussion drop in from nowhere. Greg gets to "a planet that's evolving" before he picks up on it and the music cuts off when he stops.]

...were you hearin' that, or was it just me?

[walkingballpit]

[ He definitely heard something going there, but he almost doesn’t believe it. ]

Uhh, you covered superhero and country singer, but did you leave out the part where you moonlight as one of those monks that can sing different notes at the same time?

Because that’s my good explanation. My bad explanation is you’re probably possessed, but don’t worry I think we’ve got peeps who can do an exorcism.