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After another fantastic gig, Dave is approached by a member of the audience.
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| Dude, you suck. From what I've just heard you suck.... | |
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| WHAT!? I've put my heart and soul into that performance, I've been rehearsing for WEEKS. Getting my timing right, adjusting my performance to my surroundings... | |
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several minutes of rant later...
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| ...And YOU! You know nothing, talentless shit-weasel DARE to come to me after what I believe to be a fantastic gig and tell me I suck! That's fucked up you ass-munching clown! | |
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| What? I thought you played really well. I was just in the toilet with your drummer and he said you're famous for giving oral to your girlfriend. I wondered if you'd do me? | |
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| Well why didn't you SAY so? Step into my office young lady and we'll 'talk'. | |
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