~A small view screen pops up out of the bar-top... on it is a sour face unused to grooming~
"Oi! It's Pete here. Hey who's that on my barstool? Bleeding war has everyone spooked. Now I'm stuck here at Rappongi, sipping something warm from a tiny china cup with me pinky stuck out. And can you believe it, this 'tea room' as they call it, has a dress code!"
~The back of Pete's head is seen as he addresses someone out of the screen's view~
"What? No I said *bacon butty*! BACON! You know, slices.... oh never mind, gimme the wagyu sashimi, and don't spare the wasabi....."