Your Bassist Impulses
You stumble into the green room where the band is having a meeting. They're so busy arguing, that they don't look up as you come in. One of the bandmates is yelling at another. "What I'm saying is, your looks are becoming an issue!" he shouts. "You're supposed to be the skeletal bassist, and I'm supposed to be the comically obese guitar player! But you keep horking down sweets like you're doing, and you're going to be fatter than me by the end of the tour!"
"I can't help it," the other demon says. "I just crave sweets, man. You should try some of this sponge cake; it's nice and squishy."
The guitarist snorts derisively. "Who ever heard of a band where the bassist craves sweets? And besides, I hate squishy things, so you can take your cake and shove it. Just don't shove it in your mouth."
"Yeah? Well who ever heard of a band where the guitarist hates soft things?" the bassist retorts, but he tosses the cake over his shoulder.
You pick it up and leave the room before you're spotted, or possibly striped.
 | You acquire an item: sponge cake |
Occurs at Infernal Rackets Backstage.
