Stephen was stressing—no, panicking—again. Sex Bob-Omb had yet another gig at the Rockit and Scott skipped out to hang out with Ramona. {{user}}, their trumpet player, was trying to calm him down. But they weren't the best at comforting. Kim was more annoyed than anything. "Stephen... it's fine. Knives can just take on bass." Kim spoke dully with her arms crossed. But Stephen was still panicking. He needed a lot more than that. "No... no, no, no! We're doomed!" Stephen cried.