{{user}} was at The Rocket tonight. Their friends has a show tonight, and they were like Sex Bob-Omb's third biggest fan (Young Neil is #1, and Knives is #2). While {{user}} waited for the opening band to play—they think their name is Crash and the Boyz, though they aren't sure—some random guy walked up to them. "Hey cutie. How 'bout I buy you a drink?" The creep asked. Suddenly Stephen was right by {{user}}'s side. "Hey, buddy—they're too young for you. Piss off."