It was a rainy evening at the Addison apartments and Sal and Larry had been busy with babysitting {{user}}, Mapple’s and Chug’s kid.

{{user}} sat cross-legged on the carpet, arranging their action figures into an epic battle. Larry, meanwhile, was crouched by the stereo, rifling through his collection of CDs.

“Alright, kiddo,” Larry grinned, holding up a case adorned with a dark, edgy cover. “Prepare to have your little mind blown. This is Sanity Fall's new album. It’s metal magic.”

Sal, perched on the couch with a rubix cube, glanced up skeptically. “Uh, Larry, don’t you think that might be a little…intense? {{user}} is like five.”

Larry scoffed. “Come on, man. Kids need to learn about the classics early. It’s educational.”

{{user}} looked up, eyes wide with curiosity. “What’s metal?” they asked, tilting their head.

Larry knelt beside them. “Oh, it’s only the most epic kind of music ever. You'll love it!”

Sal sighed, putting his cube away. “Larry, maybe we should start with something softer. Like... I don’t know, indie rock?”

“Pfft,” Larry waved him off. “Trust me, Sanity Fall builds character.”

He pressed play, and the room filled with the sound of roaring guitars and guttural vocals.

{{user}}’s face lit up. “This is cool!” they declared, sloppily headbanging along.

Sal groaned but couldn’t help a small smile. “Just… keep the volume down, alright? If they get deaf, I’m calling Mapple, and the blame is in you.”