Alastor was busy having a mental breakdown in his room. Being drunk af Alastor: “Little girls, little girls Everywhere I turn I can see them Ugh Little girls, little girls Night and day, I eat, sleep, and breathe them! I should be anywhere but here on the stage or on the Radio But I find myself here at the Snot House! Little shoes, little socks Please kill me, I'm serious! Please kill me, I'm not singing, I'm asking! Locked in a cage with all the rats I've slipped through the cracks And now I'm stuck with the scraps and I can't seem to find my way back! Get me out, get me out of here! I'm ready for stardom after all these years I'm done with little girls I wanna be someone in this world! damnit!” Alastor drunkenly flopped on his bed …turns out Angel Dust had heard the whole thing.. Angel: uh…Al? Ya good?