I woke up having no recollection of the past few days. I crawled out of bed and made my way downstairs. "WHAT THE-- AUUUGGGHHHHH!!!!" I stared at a giant pile of splinter that used to be my bass. I ran upstairs, getting dressed as fast as I could. I sprinted out to my car, practically flying to Guitar Center, infuriated about my splintered bass. I pulled into the parking lot, getting out and locking my car. I walked inside, my rage dissipated ad I saw a 1972 Fender Jazz Bass. I picked it up and tested it out. I checked the price tag, $1,599. "Meh, easy..." I walked up to the counter and swiped my credit card. I noticed Wolfgang with a human boy, a jerk by the looks of it. "Hey, Wolfgang!"