Chris: I think he likes your music. Why don't you sing to him?
Andy: Really? I don't have my guitar. I usually--
Chris: Come on.
Andy: I feel naked without it, okay. [sings] Champion, you're lost And soon you'll be found I rescued you from the pound, Something something Oh man On the ground Get on out of here Champion! Champion, hey! Oh, buddy, you came back. You came back to my voice.
Chris: [to camera] Dog whistle.