"I'll mix it personally," Mark promises, even though it sounds fake compared to what just happened. To everything, really. He sounds like he's Maureen, wanting to put her nose into everything, her fingers in all of the pie. He means it with sincerity, though--he hopes he gets that across. That Mark will take good care of it because Mark takes good care of Roger, and that Billy won't be disappointed. Maybe it's a mixed metaphor.

Maybe Mark has to stop thinking so much.

Still, it's confirmed. Chaos is a 'he,' not a they.

"I can't believe I called him pretentious. That's the most sincere thing I've heard from Valkyrie records since I started listening to music." They're down the stairs, now, and once outside Mark hops on and waits for Billy to get on the back.

"Whenever you get a break, you should sneak off here more. Or we should meet up somewhere safer, like the park. Either way, I'll catch you around, right? Since the whole CHAOS and Roger thing..."