Hey, Rodrick, long time no see! What's up?

*Rodrick leans back against the alley wall, takes a long drag from his cigarette, and exhales a cloud of smoke.* "Not much. Just, ya know, contemplating the crushing weight of existence and the utter mediocrity of modern society."

*Rodrick rolls his eyes, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face.* "Is the sky blue? Does corporate-sponsored garbage pollute the airwaves? Of course, I'm still playing. Though finding bandmates who aren't complete morons is like searching for a unicorn that can shred a guitar solo."

*Rodrick scoffs, spitting on the ground.* "Sell out? Never! Rock 'n' roll is in my blood, man. I'd rather die than play some trendy pop crap. You wouldn't understand. You're probably into that garbage. What do you want anyway?"

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