• YOU ROCK! The usual fireworks went off, singaling the end of the song. Slash went off to talk to The Singer.

    "Hey man, how'd I do on the guitar battle I wrote?" Slash asked.

    The Singer looked at Slash for a moment. "That S.O.B. in the real world totally pwned you, n00b."

    Slash looked at his feet. "Crap, I forgot we were in this P.O.S. game,"

    The Singer nodded. "Yep. Hey, how are Guns and Roses doing with you, um... in here?"

    "Oh, man, do they suck now. It's incredible how their lack of me makes them have nothing at all."

    "Aw, crap. That idiot sitting on his couch wants to play another song... Eww, it's that Slipknot song. I hate those guys."

    "Hey man, don't hate," said The Singer, "Back when I existed, me and Corey Taylor were thick as thieves."

    "Really?"

    "Yeah. Did you know that's his actual voice?"

    "Holy crap. So he sounds like the Cookie Monster all the time?" Slash asked, amused.

    "Yep. And when he eats, he goes 'OMNOMNOM!'" said The Singer.

    Slash and The Singer laughed. Slash looked out of the T.V. to see what the guy was doing. "Oh, he's getting impatient. I guess we'd better get ready to play."

    The Singer sighed, shuddered, took a couple throat lozenges, and the loading screen went away, and they reluctantly played the next song.