Um…Dillon?

So, Dillon has an i-pod for work. He went through and updated his songs, took off ones he was sick of, and put more on.
He’s upstairs on a job site doing some baseboard with the radio blasting downstairs–other “tough” construction men were working down there. Jamming out to some cool tune, next song comes on:

Musical intro: “We’re going on a trip on our favorite rocket ship, zooming through the sky, Little Einsteins!”

Dillon can’t even do anything–his hands are covered in glue and he’s upstairs. He finally makes it down half-way through the song–all the other guys are just staring at him. He turns it off and they say, “Thank you!!!” He turns to them and says, “Hey, at least there aren’t any commercials, right?”