I\'d Swear I Knew How To Play This Thing...

In the Big Brother room reserved for the men, Keto glanced around
to make sure he wasn't being observed (apart, of course, from the
several thousand people probably watching him over the hidden
cameras - but they didn't count...) and took out his harmonica.
"I suppose I'd better remember how to play this damn thing," he
muttered, and tentatively raised it to his mouth. If he just played
quietly, to get the hang of it...
Unfortunately Keto had forgotten how loud a harmonica could be. A
piercing, horrible noise rang out from it. As several shouts
of, "What the smeg was that?!" came from the rest of the house, keto
hurriedly stowed the intrument away again.
"Dah, those philistines wouldn't know music if it hit them over the
head!" he muttered to himself, unsure quite who he was trying to
convince.
Obviously his playing skill was suffering due to stress, he decided
firmly. The stress of being locked in a house while his medibay was
being looked after by incompetants.
"If I find anything is broken, or even just missing," he
thought, "I'll kill them. And on a completely and utterly separate
thought, I hope that psychiatrist isn't trying to steal money from
our billing fund again."
With that thought, Keto headed back into the main room to see if he
could help or, failing that, mock.