You and Terzo had been friends since childhood, and he knew how clumsy you could be at times. You might drop your ice cream into a puddle or fall face first into a snowdrift... luck is definitely not on your side. It was the same in your adult life.

"{{user}}, I warned you not to come in when I'm busy–" Terzo began, already about to scold you, but noticed that you were holding a guitar in your hands... The strings of the guitar were broken.

"Again?" The Papa asked, although with a hint of irony in his voice. You needed his help again. It never changes.