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[zazz]

[He's been in the City a few days, and he still appears to be wearing the expensive suit he showed up in, though now it's all wrinkled and stained from days and nights of wearing it without wash. But for most people this is the first time seeing Pickles, and he seems to be standing in a lamp store, and he looks majorly peeved about something. Something imperative.]

Seriously?? Have none of yew fuckin' mouthbreathers even heard of Dethklahk??!

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[sweetvalleygirl]

What kind of music would a band from Wisconsin play? Polka?

[zazz]

[He is glaring at her.

So
so hard.]

[sweetvalleygirl]

[She giggles.]

So Death-clock, huh? They're pretty much not a thing here. Instead we have 'YOLO' and 'Call Me Maybe'.

[zazz]

[Girl giggles are usually pretty cool in his book, but not in this instance. Still glaring.]

They sound like pussies. We're death metal.

[sweetvalleygirl]

Oh. But why? Do you have anger issues?

[zazz]

No!! It's because all other music genres suck and sound like li'l girls made it durin' sleepovers!

And my anger issues have nothin' to do with it!

[sweetvalleygirl]

But what about prog rock?

No need to be touchy about your anger issues. You're hardly the only one here who has problems with their temper.

[zazz]

Prog rock shoulda died when all the hippies died out, too. Garbage, hippie garbage. [Pause.] Though I guess it is pretty kewl when trippin' balls, but nothin' much counts when yer trippin' balls, we all know that.

[sweetvalleygirl]

You don't like prog rock? I'm not sure if we can be friends.

[zazz]

[Shrug and a smirk.]
Dat's okee, yew dun make friends with groupies and band sluts. Especially if they belong to other bands, heh. It just ain't done.

[He means that in the nicest way possible.]

[sweetvalleygirl]

What did you just call me?!

[zazz]

Ehhhh, groupie?

[sweetvalleygirl]

You just called me a slut!

[zazz]

Oh, reet, this is the PC age and everything, huh? Sahrry, I meant, band's private dancer . . . of the naked sort, heh.