So this guy last night demonstrated a new rule.

Did it involve face painting?

What, no, why would it involve face painting.

Could have been a rule about clowns.

It is not a rule about clowns.

My bad, continue.

So I was listening to this new band, Soplength…

Like a Sopwith, if it was a Sopwidth? And then different?

Yes!

That is fantastic and dumb. What kind of music do they play?

You know, dubpunk.

Dubpunk. That isn’t a real thing. That can not be a real thing.

Why not?

Dubstep with punk, they concepts don’t even go together. That would be the worst punk ever played.

I never said Soplength was any good.

…Oh. All right then.

Feel better?

No, I feel terrible that even exists, but go on with your story.

So this guy invented a new rule.

And what rule is that?

If you want to try out for a band…

Like audition?

Exactly like. If you want to do that, the right time is not in the middle of a concert.

OH no!

Guy leapt up on stage, with his bagpipes and started playing.

With bagpipes?

Well, Soplength has a bagpipe player already, but this guy, I guess, thought he could do better.

Dubpunk with bagpipes?

No you see why I Wanted to see them play?

No, never at all will I understand that. It’s like going “That traffic accident looks horrible. I should go set myself on fire, too, and be a part of it.”

Oh, it’s not that bad.

Yeah it is. You need an intervention.

Hahahahah! Fine, I’m gonna go to a Pixies show soon. Better?

No, now I’m jealous!

I’ll get you a ticket.

All forgiven!