“Garra's got a way with the ladies," the Plazma wannabe announces with a wink. "So do I - it's a bass player thing.”
“It's bad enough when people I know fuck with my life, but when pretentious bass players interfere with my destiny, then I really get pissed.”
“Boy you got my heartbeat running away, beating like a drum and it's coming your way..can't you hear that boom, badoom,boom,boom, badoom, boom, bass, he got that super bass..-(right eyebrow raised)->>>>>”
“I'm sorry, Hen. I still have feelings for you. It's just that my band needs a real bass player now. We're not a joke band anymore. Okay, sweetie?'That was how Petra Dostoyevsky fired me.”
“I'm not a wannabe. I'm who I wannabe.”
“The penny dropped. I sat in my room and burst into tears. Our band had barely begun, and already our drummer and bass player were a couple of drug fiends!”