"Good-o!" Bertie replies with equal enthusiasm. He tries to look at ED-E's face to talk to him, but not knowing where that is, he ends up craning his neck this way and that to look at all of the front of ED-E simultaneously, guessing that a face was around there somewhere.

"Let's take it from the top." He waves his hand like a conductor as he first gives the time. "One, two, three, four, one, two, three, God rest ye merry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismaaaaaay!" He belts out in a baritone that would be promisingly good if he used a little less sound and a little more control.