When the karaoke starts to heat up, an argument ensues. It's not serious, neither Cricket nor Loki are upset with one another, but the former is scowly and stubborn and the latter is needling him gleefully.

"Hell, no, I ain't singin' Wrecking Ball, and there's nothing you can say to make me."

"Well, there aren't going to be any on the list from your time period any more than there will be arias from Asgardian opera. You have to choose something."

"Says who?"

"I think it would make my alternate happy." There's a lilt in his voice that Cricket does not appreciate.

"...Fine. Gimme the list. Still not doin' Wrecking Ball."