Interesting how it worked. And it was weird hearing his own voice all choppy like that, but apparently he was no surround sound ghost, and you could still make it out pretty well.
He scratched his head even though it was obviously not itching, and grinned. "I can sing Bad and Beat it, too." He said, even though she wasn't recording and thus couldn't hear him. Then, he flipped the bottle - with the lid on - to let her know he was ready to say something else, sing some more epic hits, or whatever else she asked.