Dib quirked a brow again, at the sound of the blades. "Hall of the Mountain King?" He blinked and shrugged it off, "Still, we'd need an infinite amount of them to do it, and I'm pretty sure we don't need an infinite amount of malfunctioning SIR units in human bodies running around. Or... Gaala, for that matter. But from what I can tell, Gaala is at least very talented on guitar. I'm not sure WHAT Gir's talent is, if he's got one, other than causing small amounts of destruction on a very large level."
He scooted over to a stool near the counter and sat down. Well, it was more like perching, but he made it look comfy.