[Gordon shakes his head.]

Never really learned to play an instrument. I have no idea what that is. Somewhat foreboding, though.

[The sound only grows more chaotic, like razors dragged along violin strings as he turns the corner, finding a front door, pleasant and normal and entirely out of place in the caves. Mike the Squirtle lets out a happy little noise and runs up, jumping slightly to get to the door knob.]