“Fuck ‘em.” Charlotte said as she picked up the bottle once more. “They don’t know anything, they are just feeling shitty about their own pointless lives that they attack people like us that want to do something important with theirs.” She added as she placed the bottle down once more. “Girls are insane creatures, which is why I don’t understand how women can be attracted to another woman, but that’s something they cannot control,” she added as she looked down. “Guitars are cool but so is any instrument. The fact you play the cello is awesome, not many people can appreciate such an instrument.” She added with a smile.
“Batshit crazy, my dear Firecrotch, you all are batshit crazy insane.” He snatched the bottle from her and finished it up, letting out a sound of contentedness. “Guitars have nothing on us stringed instruments. If you didn’t notice, Lottie,” the nickname slipped out and he didn’t seem to notice, “every twelve year old plays the guitar. Every band out there has a guitar. How many have violins and cellos and things of that sort? Us musicians are a dying breed.”