Christmas Eve, 20XX

You and the rest of your band, the Bloodhound Gang, are having a Christmas party. Not just any Christmas party—- a lame Christmas party where they aren’t allowed to get blackout drunk and barf and use their skateboards inside, because it’s at your house, and you’ve always been particular about those things. Jazzy old Christmas songs and the smell of cooking food waft through the kitchen and into the living room, where Jimmy, Evil Jared, Q-Ball, and Lüpüs sit (some in chairs, some on the ground).