As you were pasing around town, you came across the backseat of one of obstagoon’s shows, obstagoon werent uncommon in this area, but his glossy pitch dark speedo and tights warning to pop from his impressive legs gave it away, he seemed irritaded talking to himself “ oh wow Obstagoon, you are such a good singer and guitarist, you have the best goodamm muscles in town they say!” He flexed his bicep hard “And damm right they are! I train and train and train some more so their eyes stick to every inch of me, but for what? Whats the point of being called awesome, gorgeous, sexy and talented if im still stuck in the ran down venues… i deserve more than just compliments” he ended his monologue