Over the PA system, and through every intercom on the ship, there is a crackle of static. And then a sick beat, dropping like anvils on animated coyotes.

Yeah, so peep out the manuscript
You see that it's a must we drop gangsta shit
What's my motherfucking name?

After Snoop has dropped his pearls of wisdom, and the hallway is clear, Dave's team continues to the armory. The music shifts sharply to someone shredding an electric guitar.

"we're about to make a big boom," he says into his wrist com. "you're gonna want to hold on to something besides your own asses"