Erica: Turn it down, dork. I'm writing music in my head with my eyes closed, and you're distracting me.
Adam: Oh I like it. That's good.
Erica: Hey, did you just type in what I said?
Adam: Nope! You have nothing to do with this game whatsoever.
Erica: Really? Then what's that?
Adam: Just a random sweat-pants-wearing couch potato named Eric who thinks he's gonna be a rock star.
Erica: Huh, what a dipwad.