Takt and crew stop by a certain town. All of the young people had fled the town, leaving only the elderly. The residents happen to ask Anna and Destiny for help. Meanwhile, Takt wandered around town on his own and happens to hear a melody quietly resonating from an old bar. It was definitely the sound of music.
D2s, my ass. No music, my ass, damn it.
تبّاً لـ دي 2. لا موسيقى ولا شيء. اللّعنة
Diese dämlichen D2 und die dämliche
Selbsteinschränkung … Alles für den Arsch.
Je vous en foutrais, moi,
des D2 et de l’abstention !
D2 un corno. Niente musica un corno. Dannazione.
D2s uma ova. Sem música
o caramba, que saco.
Д2, чёрт подери! 
Никакой музыки, чёрт бы вас побрал!