"...That was Oppressive Heat." "There Is No Crime in the Hills." "..." "...I mean..." "...If nobody can get in..." "...I guess the statistics improve." [Tape hiss.] ""...This one's by Chrome Wayne." "A Boy Named Xleo." "...Nobody seems to agree..." "...whether it's a song..." "...or a warning." "...Or whether Xleo was even real." [Tape hiss.] "...Guess it doesn't really matter." "...The story keeps getting passed around." "...Like most things in this city." [Chair creaks.] "...Either way..." "...don't chase mysteries." "...They usually chase back." [Long pause.] "...Alright." "...Hit it."
