Oblivious to all that was happening just outside their door, Brent and his feline roommates continued to pummel the building with their joyful noise. In short order Brent's knowledge of the lyrics went from "not quite passing" to "nonexistent," and he finally turned his back on the door to study the machine's screen instead. He made up for his need to use this crutch by singing all the louder, outright screaming into the microphone as feedback squealed in their ears.