DJ was lying on his back on one of the many couches in Parkzer Road Manor, the red flailing tendrils that were Ghoul occasionally making him let out a pained snarl as he tried to relax. Ghoul was whispering things to him in a language you had never heard before, and though you knew that Ghoul understood English, you knew that he could not speak it very well. You could, of course, understand DJ because he speaks English and English only.