*nonchalantly saunters over and pulls up a chair at your table, having spent the last while occasionally observing the apparent meltdown that is you with a mixture of amusement and horror*
*nods to each of you in turn* Fuckwit. Lackey. Here to see a real musician get the job done, eh? *beat* Well, I'm not on tonight. *chuckles at his own joke and snags the bowl of mini-pretzels in the middle of the table, crunching on a handful* Are you drunk, Ecthelion? Or just testing whether hackishness floats?