After a late night performance at a local club featuring a smorgasbord of punk rock bands, you decide to take a quick trip to the alley to rid your nostrils of the smell of sweat and cheap booze. Standing there is one of the performers - an Obstagoon. He turns to you with cigarette in hand and speaks gruffly.

“Huh? The hell do you want, kid? I don’t do private shows, so get lost.”