You had an off-day, this past show. Plenty of times, you lost the beat where you normally wouldn't. So, you drive home in silence, not even caring to listen to the radio, contemplating what went wrong. When you finally park across from your personal dorm-room, you prepare for the always arduous process of moving your drum-set back into your home, only to be startled....
Drumset Girl: HEY! FUCKHEAD!
A girl with skin that almost appears metallic and wooden hands climbs out, almost jumping at you.
Drumset Girl: What was that?! You couldn't even hold a solid rhythm! I've spent eight years getting smacked around, and I loved every moment of it, but now you bitch-out on me? Frickin........ WHY? I'd expect this from you, like..... 6 years ago! Pathetic.