Neil walked into the bar with his camouflage runes active, concealing his military grade cyber-arm prostheses. His metal feet created small clanking noises as he went over to the bartender, his buddy S.A.F.E. hovering beside him. "I say! why are we in here again?" S.A.F.E. asked in a heavy British accent. Neil frowned. "Knock of the Brit crap S.A.F.E.! someone could get offended."<br/><br/>"Oh, and I suppose zis is better then Fraulien?" S.A.F.E. said with a heavy German one to replace it. Neil sighed "Just the opposite!" he replied. Ordering a drink, he noticed a<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>gothic looking Dark elf get up on a table and say something that caught his attention. "Some music should be good for me!" he muttered. "Barkeep, you wouldn't happen to have a 3/4 phillips head screwdriver would you?"<br/><br/>The response he got was a negative one, and he sighed. "S.A.F.E.? could you mute your hearing sensors until you see people clapping?" he asked. S.A.F.E. answered him rather rudely. "Now why would I do that? I don't need to analyze anything to know you want to tell someone to disassemble me and..."<br/><br/>At this point the Metal song had gained enough chords for S.A.F.E.'s sensors to go on the fritz and he yelled "WHAT IS THAT GODS AWFUL RACKET!?!?!?" locating the unfortunate soloist, S.A.F.E. zoomed over to the Dark Elf and a tazer ejected itself from a compartment, shocking the Elf's non tech-enhanced hand. Neil frowned and walked over. "I told you to mute your receptors moron!" He said, sending a sonic pulse specially crafted to disable S.A.F.E. for maintenance out from his arm, then grabbing the falling automaton.<br/><br/>"I apologize for my friend's... Ill will towards music. I for one, am a lover of metal, and you were performing spectacularly. May I buy a round of drinks for you and your buddies for the trouble he has caused, or would you rather finish playing?"