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You walk into Toads and the bouncer checking your ticket flickers a flashlight in your face, "Where's the pot, buddy?" he jabs. You stutter for about twenty seconds before you realize he is joking, and then you try to recover with some witty remark that ends up almost getting you arrested for real. You wield your emerald sword and two dragons immediately swoop down blocking your path to the wizard's treasure, I mean you look around anxiously, and by all accounts no one else is wearing the same obscure band shirt, so far so good.
You have 3 choices:
- Drowning Man/Pool/Thing is playing and the mix is so bad you decide to leave.
- Drowning Man/Pool/Thing is playing and the mix is so bad that you decide to survey the merch booths
- Drowning Man/Pool/Thing is playing and it sounds so good to you that you are a complete idoit and you decide to give up the prospect of decent music tastes all toghether, and you leave.