There are many things you are capable of doing: destroying planes of reality, leading conquering armies of demons, or even stealing a scratching post; but there's only one thing your morality will not let you deign to do: become a music pirate. The weight of the situation crashes down upon you. You cannot use alien tech to construct this more-than-perfect beat. It would be inauthentic to Earth sounds. Persuaded by your strong ethical code, the scorpion agrees. The both of you thank the pirates for coming, but you will create this beat the hard way. No shortcuts. You learned almost too late for yourselves that humans and scorpions have to find their own way, to make their own mistakes. There can't be any gift of perfection from outside ourselves. Humans and scorpions have always sought an end to the toil and misery, but it can't be given, it has to be achieved. There is hope, but it has to come from inside, from human and scorpion themselves.