Weaver

Weaver played bass and drums. He was our favourite. He was in the band for a long time. One day he woke up and it felt like too long. Naturally, he was very angry at us. He cussed us out and accused us of tricking him into wasting the best years of his life on our lousy, sissy band. All we could do was to pretend like we had never met him. We were all, "You must have me confused with someone else," and "I can see that you are angry, but its no excuse for bad manners." Well, that just made him hate us harder. Weaver cried bitter tears of rage and regret that day. Fortunately, we can all laugh about that now.