"You know what they remind me of?" she says, still watching him with the cards. "They're like little boys on the playground who only know how to flirt with the girls by pulling their hair and throwing rocks at them. Except they're both boys and they're grown up and don't know rocks hurt when you're older than five."
Insightful little weasel, this one.
"My mom's a roadie. I was too, 'til I came here. Just not their kind. We never got training or stayed with one band. Dethklok's roadies are a little weird, to me."