-1 "Ah, John, just the man I was looking for," Quincey Harker said jovially. He leaned against the doorframe, staring into the old office with a deviant grin upon his face.
John Shaw tensed. He set his journal down upon the mahogany desk before turning to greet his co-captain and houseguest. Unwillingly, of course.
"Captain Harker," he replied stiffly. "To what do I owe this… honor?"
The captain chuckled and strode into the office. "How many times have I told you to call me Quincey?" He pulled a chair up alongside John's and made himself comfortable within it. With his hands laced over his belly and legs stretched out before him, he was the picture of ease and relaxation. "I discovered something amazing today. A melody I thought, perhaps, you might enjoy."
John arched an eyebrow at him. He was suspicious of the captain's intentions- after all, the man was a monster- but was nonetheless intrigued. John had always had a penchant for music.
"Shall we have a listen?"
By the captain's tone and the cold light in his eyes, John could tell it was not a question, but a demand. A demand he would be smart to follow.
"As you wish, captain," he said gruffly.
The captain leaned forward eagerly, pulling out a slim, black, square... thing, shrouded in what appeared to be wired earmuffs. "Here, have a listen," he said.
John eyed the contraption warily. "What is that silly thing?"
The captain shrugged indifferently. "It's a futuristic music playing device. I believe it's called an 'Ipod'."
"An I-what? Where would you get this? I've never see anything like it!"
Sighing, the captain pressed the object into his colleague's hands. "Ipod. Let's just say I have connnections." More firmly, he added, "Now, but the little bud things on your ears, and press the play button- no, not there, THERE! Ok."
He leaned back in his wooden chair, smiling smugly and John's face lit up in wonder. However, as he continued listening to the song, the look of wonder, quickly morphed from surprise to horror to anger. Quincey himself was not surprise. His and John's tastes tended to differ in a great many things, but he loved the song so much, and felt the need to torture the uptight man, who was now looking at him as if he'd grown another head.
When the song had finally ended, John was still staring at the captain, his mouth agape.
Quincey sighed again, and took the Ipod back from the unresponsive man. "Close your mouth John. You'll catch flies."
His mouth snapped shut for a moment, before he stuttered into the inevitable tirade.

"That... that... was the most mysogynistic, disgusting song I have ever heard!"

The captain eyebrows raised. "I never noticed."

"How could you not?!" John sputtered. "It was woven in every lyric!"

Quincey took one of the earbuds and placed it in his ear, before listening to the song again. "Hmm, it would seem you were right, John."

"Right? Right? Of course I was right! Now what do you have to say for yourself?!"

A shrug from Quincey.

"That's it? A shrug? Don't you even care? That song is offensive to all women! What about Lily? How would she feel?"

Quincey chuckled. "Dear John! It's just a song, a song that I hope the lovely Lily would not find herself listening to. A lady shouldn't listen to such things. But I'm a grown man, and fankly, I like it."

John's head dropped to the desk with a resounding smack, and his voice was muffled as he spoke again, in a defeated voice, "You are a sick man, captain."