---imaginary conversation---
Rob: Hey Atticus what's holding us from releasing our muzak?
Atticus: Hey Trent, has she thought of a title to the record yet?
Trent: Hey Ma'queen, boys would like to know if you, like, have a title in mind, perhaps?
Mariqueen: Oh, men! Why do you have to be so impatient? You won't believe what shoes i've just seen in <insert fashion shop here>!
Trent: Guys, she said "omen", i have no idea what's that supposed to mean, but it sorta sounds better than "Infidel Hearts", right?
Atticus, Rob: Yeah, great, now send those files to Columbia FTP!
---end of imaginary conversation---