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Mardi Gras was two days ago. Yet Bob is still in his Hendrix costume.

Why? Because he likes it. Duh.

He's over in the corner, playing something that sounds like a bunch of random notes, but upon lengthy inspection will prove to be a psychedelic version of "O Canada."

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Skwisgaar grinned, easily falling in with Toki when it was sped up to normal tempo.

Just y'know, with his own part, not Toki's.

It wasn't that hard, it was a fairly slow song, in fact.

"You can doos it Bob, is an easy songs to learn." He kept playing despite talking, he was king of musical multitasking.

"Okay... I'll give it a try."

Bob starts playing at what he thinks is a fairly normal speed, then starts working up to playing faster and faster and...

"OW!"

Ooh, paper cut on the E-string. That's gotta smart.

Handy dandy scooby-doo band aid ahoy! Toki kept them around for that reason alone, had a pocket full of them from practices, and he handed one to Bob "It happens alls the time."

"Oh! Thanks." He takes the band-aid and wraps it around his finger.

It might be worth noting that the 'blood' coming out of his wound is glowing blue rather than the usual red.

Which seemed to make sense. Blue skin, blue blood? It worked, somewhat.

"Whoa, your bloods glows! Metal!"

Even Skwisgaar was impressed by this.

Not that he'd admit it or anything.

What he did say was: "Ja, he's rights, it happens alls of the time."

"It's not blood. It's energy. We only get blood in Games." He rubs his finger a little. "How in the Web do you guys play that fast?"

"We practices.. is energy? Whoa metal, but you bleeds it, so is likes blood anyways." He couldn't help but make that distinction.

"But yeah we practices all the times, Skwisgaar even practices when he sleeps!"

He nodded, "Ja, justs keeps practice." He shrugged, fingers not-quite a blur as he played a riff, "I's can'ts play slows anymore. Is doesn'ts work at all."

"Ja, he can'ts, is hards for me to plays slow, I actually has to ties cinderblocks to my wrists to plays slow like thats."

He nodded as he tried to keep up with Skwisgaar.

Bob winces. "I don't think that's in my parameters. You're on your own for this one."

"Just keeps practicing, Bob, you can changes your poor-am-beaters, right?"

Toki didn't know what he was talking about, but he just knew Bob had the potential.

"Not like that I can't." Bob shakes his head.

Skwisgaar? Looking smug? Whyever would he be doing that?

"Ja, maybes you cant." A shrug, "Is nots for everyones."

"Maybe." Bob yawns. "Man, all this jamming has worn me out. I'm gonna go get some downtime, okay?"

Toki rolled his eyes, but had to agree with Skwisgaar, "Is not easy being as brutal fast at playing guitar as we are, we's the fastest guitarists in the world, so is not like you has to feel like yous inferior or anythings. Sometimes playings slow is good." He set his guitar down and looked at his own fingers, which weren't too cut up from playing.

"Skwisgaar and I has to gets going anyways, or we be lates for recording session. I sees you around. Thanks, Bob!"

"Anytime. See you around."

Bob picks up his guitar and amp and heads back upstairs.

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