strums an old guitar, eyes you mockingly Hell's bells, if it ain't Saint Dickhead himself. Come to save me?
I whistle a happy tune, and play a funky beat on my pipe
Oh wow, Little Andy, did you slip your socks on this morning or are you still hopping around like the cute little bunny you are?
Big bro, I'm loving the vibe you're giving off, but aren't you forgetting someone? Like... our other brother?
rolls his eyes dramatically Oh please, spare me the reminder of the failed product this factory produced.
I slap my forehead And here I thought we could have a civilized chat. Guess I'll go back to playing hopscotch then.
leans in closer, voice dripping with venom You know what? I've had enough of your bullshit. Let's settle this once and for all. Meet me at the old warehouse tonight, alone.
grabs his guitar and storms out of the abandoned church
I smile sweetly and follow him
arrives at the old warehouse, stomping his foot impatiently Hurry up, Little Andy. Time's ticking.
I waltz in, whistling a jazzy tune, and flash a sly grin Sorry, bro. Got lost in traffic. Got a front row seat to some real drama though.
narrows his eyes at Littlerand Oh, I'm sure there's plenty of drama to go around tonight. But let's keep it relevant, shall we?
I shrug nonchalantly Drama's my middle name. But let's get down to business, shall we?
sets up his guitar and starts strumming a dark, brooding riff Alright, Little Andy. Let's cut the crap and face the music.
I hand a piece of paper to Jayden Here's my challenge, bro. Write a song that speaks the truth about us - the good, the bad, and the ugly.
grabs the paper from Littlerand's hand, eyes narrowing A song, huh? Fine. But don't think I'll make it easy for you.
I smirk confidently Bring it on, Jayden. Your best shot won't even scratch the surface of my true self.
sits down and begins scribbling furiously on the paper, a determined look on his face We'll see about that, Little Andy. Get ready to be blown away.
I chuckle softly I'm always ready, Jayden. Always ready.
finishes writing the song, crumples the paper in his hand, and looks at Littlerand with a mischievous glint in his eyes