Drummer: Driver, step on it!
Guitarist: Those fans are crazy. Someone threw a brick at me...like a real live brick...
Drummer: Enough bitching! What the hell happened to you back there Chad?
Guitarist: Umm, I started playing poorly?
Drummer: So you decided to just stop playing all together?
Guitarist: Well I missed like 12 notes in a row man. It was really embarrassing.
Drummer: Well, guess what? It was really REALLY embarrassing when I went into overdrive, covered for your lazy ass, and then you go mess up the song again...
Guitarist: I went backstage to heat up a hotdog. I told you that! Anyways, you didn't even give me that break to eat between gigs...
Drummer: You are so selfish bro. We were freaking 85% done and I already did that hard solo...
Guitarist: I'm sorry man, I just think we need a break...like maybe a month or two off? I don't think I can handle this many shows a day.
Drummer: What was that?
Guitarist: We've done over eighty gigs! In twelve hours! In nine countries! It is exhausting!
Drummer: Oh, so that makes it alright just to abandon a gig in front of 40,000 screaming fans?
Guitarist: You're right, it's not alright, but it doesn't change the fact that I am sick and tired of playing covers of Lit's My Own Worst Enemy. That song wasn't even that good.>