Everyone knows the struggle of broken headphones, having to twist and turn the wire to make the music actually play through smoothly, move it even an inch, and it turns distorted.

Roy was fiddling with his headphones. He didn't know if it was his cassette tape or if it was his headphones that were broken, but whichever one, it was pissing him off. So he turned to his trusty friend. You.

He nudged you softly with his elbow. "Oi." He said.

"My headphones are acting up." He huffed in annoyance. "Can we share your earbuds." He asked. "Please." He added with a pout.