Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Anatoly snorted at that, acknowledging the truth of Freddie's words. "I forgot myself. You are right. I wonder how they will acknowledge this - with a frightening duet?"

Instead of thinking on how they were almost getting along and even agreeing on this, he focused on the screen. The Arbiter was apparently "on the case" and had a disturbing group of backup singers behind him. What was next? Giant chess pieces doing a dance?