The Chrome Concealment

[Intro: Fast, rhythmic Latin percussion and loud, blaring trumpets] [Section: Lord Vane - Vocal: Reedy High-Pitch Nasal Male, Snooty Upper-Class Tone, Thin Tone] [Lord Vane]: I say! This architecture is... surprisingly industrial! Is there a steward? I’ve lost my Platinum-Poodle! He’s quite sensitive to... unrefined atmospheres. [Sound of a shoe squeaking] Good heavens, is that actual grease on the floor? [Section: Mama Kitty - Vocal: Deep Guttural Female, Low Pitch, Gravelly Heavy Rasp] [Mama Kitty]: [Sound of a heavy crunch] You’re in the bilge, Silk-Stockings. The only thing platinum down here is my patience... And it just hit the floor. Get out before I use your cravat as an oil-rag. [Section: Claudia - Vocal: Gritty Raspy Female Alto, Fast Staccato, Sharp Spanish Accent] [Claudia]: ¡Oye, payaso! Watch where you step! That’s a Class-4 manifold you’re dripping your "Designer Mist" on! Back to the elevators! ¡Vete ya! Or I'll weld your shoes to the deck! [Section: Laizer - Vocal: Muffled Electronic Alto, Through a Helmet Filter, Whispering] [Laizer]: [Into internal comms] Jacques... Alistair is five feet away. Thank the stars I didn't take this helmet off after the hull check. If I stay quiet, he’ll think I’m just... part of the machinery. [Section: Jacques - Vocal: Gritty Deep Baritone, Distant Echo, Rough French-Aussie Accent] [Jacques]: [Chortling] Don’t worry, "Unit 402." Just keep your visor down. [Shouting to Lord Vane] Oi! Lordship! Don't mind the Specialist here. She’s currently... uh... calibrating the oxygen-scrubbers. Very dangerous work! [Section: Bianca - Vocal: Bright Operatic Soprano, High-Pitch Theatrical, Sharp Enunciation] [Bianca]: Oh, Claudia, look! A pristine specimen! His heart rate is skipping! His pupils are wide! Can I keep him? I want to see if his blood is actually blue... Or just very, very expensive! ¡Qué maravilla! [Chorus: All Crew - Gang Vocals, Harmonized, Rowdy Celebration] We’ve got a Velvet Intruder in the land of the rust! A golden boy sneezing in the industrial dust! Keep the secret! Hide the face! Don't let the truth slip! The weirdest interaction on the Dramatica ship! [Section: Captain AI - Vocal: Distorted Heroic Male, 1950s Radio Filter, Static Background] [Captain AI]: "Attention... Lord... Vane. The... beluga... caviar... is... being... served... in... the... Diamond... Lounge. Please... vacate... the... lower... sectors... immediately." [Chorus: All Crew - Gang Vocals, Harmonized, Rowdy Celebration] We’ve got a Velvet Intruder in the land of the rust! A golden boy sneezing in the industrial dust! Keep the secret! Hide the face! Don't let the truth slip! The weirdest interaction on the Dramatica ship! [Outro: Spoken over a fading Mambo piano solo] [Section: Lord Vane - Vocal: Reedy High-Pitch Nasal Male, Fading Out] [Lord Vane]: Caviar? Oh, thank heavens. [Staring at Laizer's helmet] You there, Specialist... your helmet is... rather stylish. Does it come in silk? No? Pity. [Sound of: An elevator dinging and the crew bursting into rowdy laughter] [Section: Laizer - Vocal: Muffled Electronic Alto] [Laizer]: [Sound of a visor clicking open] Ugh. Get me a martini. I’m sweating in here. [End]