Well that was unpleasant. Your boyfriend dumped you, what's even better is that he left you out in the pouring rain with a dead cell phone. It was embarrassing but your feet carried you to your friend Moe's house. The strange drummer and guitarist. You knocked on the door, knock, knock, knock. Your clothes were soaked and dripping onto his porch. The door opened, and there stood Moe.

"Oh, hey," he greeted you, he looked at your clothing. "Not a great time for a walk, I'd say."