Mandy recieved the Green Man's invitation, and she did what she always did when faced with such indecision. She called her Grandmother.
"So what do you think I should do, Mere?"
The hologramatic image of the older woman sputtered and finally spoke.
"I have heard of these song catchers. If this Green Man truly is one, then his work is none but good. But you must be wary of those that come behind, m'love. Generations ago, Disney acquired the planet Satiria, and made slaves of the resident Frebergs living there. Disney forced them into writing commercial jingles and teleporter music. Some of the Frebergs went a touch soft in the head, began to adjust to their imprisionment, and even like the work they did. This renegade band will destroy all evidence of the old songs, at whatever cost. By destroying the music of the Earth, the people lose their sense of self, and become nothing more than commercial amalgamation. The only thing left of any enjoyment, naturally, would be consuming all things trite, pap, and Disney. Do you remember the lullabye that your mother used to sing you?"
"Sure," says Mandy. She hums a little and begins
Disney stuff, you got the cutest little Disney stuff
Ain't no way I'll ever get enough, Disney stuff
My heart won't quit pumpin' until I've purchased somethin'...
Mandy pauses, as the full realization hits her. It was the same tune her grandmother used to sing to her, but the words were different.
"They will stop at nothing, child. Take care of yourself."
"I always do, Mere. But, Mere, what are the real words? Do you remember? Can you tell me?"
Her grandmother's image wavers a little bit, then it begins to sing
Baby face, I'm up in heaven
When I'm in your warm embrace
I didn't need a shove
'Cause I just fell in love
With your pretty baby face..."
Mandy said goodbye and shut off the transmitter. She went to the sink and put a cold washrag on her tear-stained eyes.

On her way out the door she grabbed her insulated mittens. She'd stop by the cantina and pick up a thermo-bottle of liquid nitrogen and drop it by Farkin's workstation. He'd been having a rough go of it lately. Then on to her appointment with the Green Man.