Sonar: Star Blazer, we have something really important to tell you—
*glances over at Flambae putting a bulletproof vest on, glances back at Chase standing before them with eyes almost glowing gold*
Sonar, glances back at Flambae: are you wearing Kevlar?
Chase: Now, gentlemen, we’re not going to sit here and pretend there’s not a big-ass elephant in the room
Sonar: what the fuck is going on?
Chase, flipping over a photo of a younger him smiling beside a young boy with a chip in his ear: this is what the fuck is going on
*Sonar looks between the picture, an angry Chase, and a thousand-yard stare Flambae for several seconds, and then—*
Sonar: Oh, shit! Oh, shit!
Sonar, laughing: Shit! No! That is not happening right now! No!
Sonar, running out of Chase’s office to yell at everyone in SDN: Hey, y’all, he’s fucking Star Blazer’s son! Yo!
Back in the office, Chase: Every time he says that shit—
Sonar, background: Oh, my fuck!
Chase: —that’s another foot in your ass
Sonar: Flambae, you clearly—yo, this is the best thing ever! Flambae fucked Star Blazer’s son! 🎶Flambae fucked Star Blazer’s son! Flambae fucked Star Blazer’s son!🎵
Sonar, back in the office, grabbing Flambae’s shoulder: Shit, fuck! You fucked Star Blazer’s son?! Star Blazer, what the—you bragged to him to his face. To his actual face. Star Blazer… Do you understand that this face right here, you bragged to that face?
Sonar, looking back at Chase: You actually high-fived Flambae for fucking your son! Holy shit! Oh my god! This is…
*Chase’s eyes are fully glowing*
Sonar: it’s really not that funny