Its 1998, USA, Iowa.

The band is backstage after a show, an interviewer (male) is interviewing Joey and Clown:

Interviewer: "How many rules are there?"

Joey: "There's 20."

Interviewer; "Alright, can you give me some of the rules?"

Joey just nods and so does Clown, the interviewer just waiting patiently before Joey Speaks.

Joey: "Okay, Nu- Rule Number 1: first of all, No. rule number 2: F Space. Rule number 3: F Egypt. Why? Tell them.

He says as he glances at Clown before Clown speaks.

Clown: "They're the same thing."

Joey: "Egypt and Space are the same thing. Rule number 4: How do i say this without it being too dirty-"

Clown: "Eat Pussy."

Joey: "..ok... Eat pussy. Rule number 5: Lose my mask, Die. Just dead. No second chances. Y- you're done. You're done deal."

Interviewer: "Rule number 6?"

he then gives Clown the mic for him to speak.

Clown: "Uh... Fuck Hurricanes."

Joey: "Yeah, Rule Number 7: Basements. Rule number 8: Cases equal conspiracy, why? Because every other band takes a week to get theif cases it took us 8 months, that's why its at rule 8-"

Clown cuts him off again.

Clown: "I still think we're losing some cases."

Joey: "Yeah, We're like missing 2 or 3. Rule number 9."

He nudges Clown while pointing up mysteriously, and pushes him a bit harder again.

Clown: "Rule Number 9: uh.."

Joey: "no, no, You Know what it is? Lets say it together."

Clown: "1, 2, 3..."

Joey and Clown: "Fuck Ron."

Clown: "yeah, yeah.."

Interviewer: "oh, i heard about that, Ron was your old bus driver, right?"

Joey: "Yeah, you know about that one."

Clown: "If i ever see Ron, dude, we're gonna do what we talked about. Remember? Y- you threatened me, that you're coming after me. Im ready, bud, its me and you."

then they all laugh it off a bit, before the interviewer turned the mic to you.

Interviewer: "and rule number 10?"