“Hey! The driver controls the radio,” Jin says.
“Since when?” Ryo demands.
“Since that time you kept playing Saito Kazuyoshi when we went on that trip last year and you wouldn’t let anyone change the CDs even though no one cares about him except you,” Jin retorts.

уыыыыыыыы, тысяча и одна мыслишка умирают в моей голове, когда я читаю рёпин фанфик. no brain needed.