Gon and Killua were in, uhh, a bedreoom.

Just hanging out, I guess. But, everything goes to shit when Gon starts playing Tom Petty.

"Gon," Killua turned his head, "what the fuck are you listening to?"

"Well, we," he started, asserting his dominance in terrible taste of music by blasting the grotesque sound, "are listening to Tom Petty, and you are a little bitch,"

Killua got triggered. Veins started popping on his forehead as his pupils grew to be a size of a nickle. Years upon years of closeted rage and disgust seemed to be on the very tip of his tongue as he took in a deep breath.

"Gon," Killua sighed, "why do you think this is good music?"

Gon scratched his head. "Well, I dunno, I just really like it. The whole 80's sound and vibe and stuff, and I just think the lyrics, though are cheesy, kinda give me a little boost in a weird way."

"The '80's vibe'? You just like it for the vibe? You just listen to something and just vibe to it without giving any thought to its composition, the history, or of how much hypnosis was put into the production value of a pop track to create the illusion of 'good music'?"

"...not again,"

"You fucking think that 'Won't Back Down' or 'American Cunt Bitch Girl' holds a minuscule amount of charisma, power, or human integrity as a great Romantic Era Masterpiece or an early 20th century avant gaurd shit show? And that in understanding these requires years of education, training, and discipline that results in a long-term gratification that not only predates but is undoubtedly more substantial than your 3 minute little circle jerk about being a sexually lost school girls? You seem like the 'little bitch' to me,"

"Killua," Gon started, rubbing his temples and shaking his head. "I just want to listen to some music, please."

"Fine," Killua rolled his eyes. "Put on some Cardi B," Killua then muffled the words you fag very lightly, but not enough because he felt really insecure for some reason I think he's gay or whatever I dunno.

Gon poked his head at him, "Did you call me something?" He questioned, giving a defensive stare.

"No, it's just uhh...you're cute when you're angry."

"..."

Killua used his homosexuality as a distraction to put on some Death Grips. It was a track off of the money store, and anyone as unrefined and gullible as our dumbass protagonist, can mistake a song like "I seen footage" or "Get Got" as a top 40 hit.

I personally think that the Powers that B (both sides) is the superior Death Grips album, but I digress.

"Killua, I like the instrumentals, but that guy singing...is definitely not Cardi B,"

"So?"

"So, uhhh, what I'm trying to say is," Gon started, scratching his head. "I don't think this is my type of music,"

"You prefer something more lighter on the ears or something you can hum along to?"

"Yeah, pretty much,"

"Well, glit-glam can go lick my fucking balls, you feel me?"

Then j-peg mafia crashed through the fucking ceiling after his long travels across multiple, intergalactic pursuits to find inspiration for his new album (which turned out to be veteren, highly recommend it) as he got triggered.

"Yo, what the fuck did you call me on 4chan you little fucking bitch?!" he screamed at Killua, as he got out of his seat.

"Look, dude, I called you a "pussy" for acting like a little bitch about gun control. I simply suggested that idea with banning guns because you look at Australia an-,"

"No, the 'other thing'," he started, whipping out a gun and pointing it at Killua.

"Come on, dude...fine. I'm sorry about saying the n word and-"

J-peg mafia started rubbing his temples that said "...why the fuck did I even bother" and walked out the door. He wasn't dealing with this shit again.