"A hoot! A riot! A blast! Is it fun up there, feathers?" To be fair, not a lot of people used the phrase 'a gas' anymore, but Alastor was, technically, an old man.

He was about to argue about switching back to FM, the crackle and hiss of the static pleasantly nostalgic, but as the beginning's of 'Minnie the Moocher' suddenly blasted brazenly from the speakers, he finally, immediately, shut up, his eyes lighting up.

Perfect.