[ Byerly gives a little huff, trying to return to his prior illusion of debonair, suave confidence. Squeaking when you're poked is decidedly un-suave. ]

What's karaoke? Do you Terrans not have that? I don't know whether to envy or pity you. It's grand - you drink to the point of self-confidence, cram into a booth with your fellows, and sing off-key. While drinking more. A license for bad behavior and shameless preening.