"I dunno, I guess, like... if you got the real story, you know?" He scoffs into his drink. "Not the version the winners tell themselves to feel better about all the shit they did..."

Fun fact, Jeff will grow up to become a history teacher. But that's quite a few years away for him, and he's blissfully unaware, so in conclusion: fuck school, it's dumb.

"Like a..." What are they called. He moves his fingers as if on an invisible set of keys. "...player piano or whatever?" He makes a thoughtful noise. "That was it? No one could play it?"

Come to think of it, can anyone freestyle with a player piano, or would it fuck it up? He's got no idea.