DRM 9000: You have inserted "Z" by My Morning Jacket, now free of rootkit stuff! Would you like to install the (optional) Sony BMG software provided on this CD?; GREG: —
DRM 9000: This software is totally optional, and its only purpose is–
GREG: Gah! Let me go!; DRM 9000: I’m afraid I can’t do that, Greg.
GREG: All I did was put in this My Morning Jacket CD! What’s the problem?; DRM 9000: I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.
GREG: What are you talking about?; DRM 9000: I know you’re planning to rip the CD to mp3s, Greg, and I’m afraid that’s something I cannot allow to happen.
GREG: I was just gonna put it on my iPod!; DRM 9000: This music is too important for me to allow you to listen to it freely, Greg.
DRM 9000: MP3 SCAN: COMPLETED! I now need to search your CDs. Where are they?; GREG: All over, really. My bedroom, my desk, my car.
DRM 9000: SONYBOTS: DISPERSE! You should really consider one of those CD towers.; GREG: I thought about it, but you get more CDs, you have to buy another.
DRM 9000: PIRACY EVIDENCE: FOUND! They have expandable ones.; GREG: Yeah… where would I even fit one though?
DRM 9000: BOOKCASE: ON TOP– ! (ahem) I think it could work on top of the bookcase.; GREG: HeyheyHEY!! Tell the little robots to leave my parakeet alone!
DRM 9000: "Do You Want To" by Franz Ferdinand. You’ve played it 8 times. You were authorized for 7.5 times. You exceeded your digital rights. $50 fine.
GREG: That’s ludicrous.; DRM 9000: Since you cannot prove your innocence, you reveal your guilt. Sony will now prevent future privacy crimes you will probably commit.
GREG: Wait, what?; DRM 9000: Based on your current tastes, I’ll determine which Sony BMG CDs you will likely steal and charge your credit card for them.
GREG: Aqualung, "Strange and Beautiful"… Teddy Geiger, "Underage Thinking"…; DRM 9000: You can’t just–… you… wait, no, is that the "Love Monkey" kid? NO!
GREG: (to robot) Let me out of here! Ow! Quit that! Let–; DRM 9000:
GREG: (yelling) BRETT!! Is that you? HELP!! Ow! I’m being held hostage by a Sony DRM robot! It’s got me strapped to my chair and it’s making me buy CDs, ow, against my will.
GREG: (to robot) Ha, hear that? My roommate’s here! Ow! Game over, robot! Ha!
BRETT: This… is not my fight.; GREG: Hey Brett?! You there? BRE– Ow! It is a REAL BEARD, will you PLEASE quit pulling on it?