Claxons. How boring. How typical. How bloody annoying! With a sigh, Bob reached down, and stopped the claxons, instead replacing them with Mozart. While Bob wasn't a large fan of the classics, Mozart had been a genius on Earth, one of the less developed worlds in the ISF, and it was quite amusing to him, listening to his music so far from anything Mozart could have called familiar. In fact, Bob was half-tempted to force someone to play Mozart, and start a little play about it. He could throw in Shakespeare for irony, and maybe Mozes too. It would be religiously awkward, but Bob was sure it would work out.
However, Bob was interupted from his musing by the activity of soldiers, as someone shouted at him for addling with the claxons, and the standard sound came back on. Annoyed, Bob teleported to the drop room, deciding it was better to just do as he was told for once. The only thing that kept him from killing whoever was sounding such a boring, standard and annoying sound, however, was the prospect of excitement. Whereas being in Excalibur was fine and all, he hadn't yet been able to do anything truly FUN, besides screwing with the other members, which had ended up making someone melt him. Whereas Bob was a creature of peculiar tastes all around, he still agreed with the common sentiment that being melted isn't fun, regardless of the circumstances.