The punkoid leans back in bliss at the sound of the brass horn. Ahhhhhhhhhh - proper music at last!!!!!!!!!!! Now to escape this crapper, and the dire muzak they seem to inflict on visitors here.
"Granddad, grandad, we love you" drifts out of the battered speakers on the wall.
What would Pike have done in these circumstances, he ponders.
Suddenly, a partially deaf duck appears. "Quack!"
"I missed the call for a walk" it tells him "RR was too quiet and I didn't hear him. But somebody mentioned a duck tape in here!"
The punkoid breathes a sigh of relief. "Yeah - this is it, tying me to this damned pipe. Can you pull it off?"
The duck nods his head. "I can use to tie up that bloody squid!" he says.
Free at last, and stopping only to torch the entire rest room with his portable flame thrower (that'll fix 'em - sorry ladies, you'll have to use the hedge!) he rushes back to the bar.
He looks around him at the mess of avian droppings, squid slime and other detritus. Hidden away in one corner, he sees his double French Horn (Alexander of course!). Grabbing it, he takes a mighty breath and blasts his way through the entire Christmas Book of Penguin Carols.