Little shit like that always seems to shift in funny ways. I mean, shit, Harley only works turntables because I shipped the damn things to him. And Lalo- my John's apparently an organist.

[the slip catches her up a little and she quickly moves on to the other subject]

What I mean about abuse is that my fucking lovely brother thinks he's being nice by 'improving' it every now and then. The thing's practically got cyborg status at this point.