“Hey, Mick, you remember when it was just two drum kits and we had to share a microphone?”
“Not really, no.”
“Okay. You remember when we put the Beast together and Phil threw a hissy fit?”
“Oh, that sounds fun. But I don’t remember that.”
“What about your children? Do you remember your children?”
“Just gimme a little clue. How many are there?”
“Two? Three?”
“Do any of them ambush pizza delivery guys and make the food cold?”
“That’s the Noid, Mickey.”
“Then I do not recall any of my children.”
“What’s the last thing you remember, Mick?”
“Asking you if my children ambush pizza delivery guys.”
“Just play your drums, buddy.”
“I love drums.”
Early Beast experiments killed off the remaining glial cells.