“Big Jeff.”
“Johnny Checkers.”
“Bro, I love it over here. Me and my guy rocking the fuck out.”
“Making beautiful music. Having a blast, bro.”
“Right side is tight side.”
“I like that! Nice.”
“Uh-huh. Um, Jeff?”
“Yeah, John?”
“Where’d you get that shirt?”
“Which shirt?”
“The one you’re wearing.”
“Oh, this one. I, uh, don’t remember.”
“It looks familiar.”
“I’ve probably worn it before.”
“I don’t think so. It looks–and don’t take offense to this–much more expensive than the shirts you usually wear.”
“I’ve been hitting the gym. Maybe that’s it.”
“No.”
“Huh. No idea, then.”
“Jeff?”
“Yeah, John?”
“Did you rob my house?”
“No.”
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“I burgled your house.”
“GODDAMMIT.”
“Not cool?”
“No! Not cool in the slightest!”
“Dude, you’ve never been in a band before. This is what bandmates do.”
“It is not.”
“Billy breaks into my house all the time.”
“That’s because he’s a psychopath! This is not acceptable behavior!”
“Okay, okay, okay. Tell you what: you can burgle my place.”
“And steal what? Your gym shorts and Ratdog tee-shirts?”
“And conditioner.”
“I have my own conditioner.”
“And yet my hair’s nicer than yours.”
“That’s it: Oteil’s switching back.”
Did those cheapskates take away Jeff’s grand piano?? What is that sawed off thing?