Shiro happily steps in. "'Cause this shit's gonna feel like velvet, turtle! My style fits tighter than a girdle." Yes, he's rapping in slightly accented English.

In stark contrast, Raven's face crumples up. "I will never understand why they would desecrate such a fine jazz accompaniment with such absurd lyrics."

"Raven, you need to sing along!"

...Damn it. "Like Chef Boyarde, my rhyme is truly cookin'..." Ugh. This is horrible. So, so horrible.