SpaceSquid and C are changing following their calisthenics programme, which is very manly and makes women love them. Our awesome masculinity is marred, however, by the sudden arrival of rubbishy classical music.
SS: Why the Hell are they piping this crap through in here?
C: You have an objection to Handel?
SS: I'm just uncomfortable listening to him while I take my clothes off. I feel like I'm in a Stanley Kubrik film.
C: You have an objection to Kubrick too?
SS: Are you kidding? If I end up in his oeuvre I'll be bored senseless, and possibly hacked up with an axe.
C: Maybe the axing will come as some sort of relief. Unless Kubrik does ghosts. Does Kubrik do ghosts?
SS: In The Shining, yeah. I like that you didn't know that but you haven't questioned that whole axe thing. What's your point?
C: That you'll spend eternity haunting a Kubrik film.
SS: Ah, Christ; you're right. I hope it's Full Metal Jacket. That's only half total shit.
C: I couldn't interest you in 2001? You could freak out the apes.
SS: Pffft. I can't help thinking prehistoric primates wouldn't fully appreciate the terror of being visited by a furious ghost from the distant future.
C: Erm, the orgy scene in Eyes Wide Shut?
SS: Sigh. I guess that's the best I can hope for. Sold.