The Church

Zack: "Hey guys, thanks for coming out, we are 'Social System Gardwin Cloud'!"

Tim: "We never agreed on that name."

Zack: "Okay, then we are 'Nothing Rhymes With Orange'!"

Tim: "That's a dumb name."

Zack: "Fine, then we're 'Everything Rhymes With Orange'!"

Tim: "You're terrible at this. You might as well introduce as something random like 'The Dance Floor Refraction', or something idiotic like that."

Zack: "Forget the name, let's just start!..."

You strum the chords to the first song, and the next thing you know, you are in a backyard.

You see a hooded figure standing at a barbecue, grilling up what smells like steak-ums.

Sterling: "So...you're almost there, eh?..."