So...you guys like rocking, huh? I too enjoy this. I was writing a solo for my band at the 2nd guitarist's studio the other day. While I was wailing away, the ground shook and yawned open - and out flew a hundred fire-breathing demons. Not to be startled into messing up my mind-blowing plickin, I kicked it up a notch. The speed with which the notes came out of the amplifier began to melt the heads of the demons now swirling around me. The other guitarist is now in the corner weeping, but I'm not about to back down! Then a giant beast rises from the gaping whole, gitter in hand. He plays a few razzle-dazzle riffs. He's looking for a challenge. So I fire back. I start off slow, a groovy little melody that even he sort of swayed to. Then I got a little more aggressive, building up steam slowly and accelerating. As I peak, my guitar's squealing blends into the monsterous bellow of this great beast, who engulfs in flames and retreats back to the fiery chasm from whence he came, followed by the melty-headed demon gnats. Then I set down the guitar, only to find out that the other guitarist never hit record. It really boiled my piss, but I had fun nevertheless. ... Does this allow my entry into the Mazi Bee Militia?