I literally see funny Ytube titles and decide to write tiny short quips about them.
"What happened this time?"
It was Friday afternoon, and Rock had just finished attending his morning classes. He had stopped by the 'office' to pick something up, and see if Iori needed him to work on anything over the weekend. The new album was coming along nicely - even if their lead singer spent most of his time either killing people overseas, or drugged out of his mind - and Iori had been shifting more and more of the songwriting responsibilities to him. Normally, Rock would have complained - but since he was going to be 'inheriting' this band sooner or later, it was best to get in some practice, while his Boss was still around to breathe down his neck and screech at him when he made a mistake.
Rob - their drummer - yawned and lifted his head to answer Rock's inquiry. He and Jake were in the middle of a game of cards, and looked rather bored - despite the loud clanging coming from the pantry and storage rooms.
"Yeah, I dunno… he went to go make a sandwich and is probably fighting with the pantry. He walked in high as a kite this morning, and has been going on and on about blue aliens for the past two hours."
Rock frowned, "Aliens again? Thought he got over that."
Jake snorted. "Boss has never gotten over anything. Done with class, Rocky?"
"Yup. Lab Assistant was super crabby today. She assigned a ton of extra stuff. It's because she was wearing Opal earrings, and she is definitely not a Scorpio. She's a Capricorn if I've ever seen one. The gemstone was messing with her Chakra an-"
*SLAM*
*THUNK*
"WHO THE HELL FUCKED THE PEANUT BUTTER?!"
Rock blinked as his astrological theory was interrupted by a loud, insane, red-haired man yelling from the other side of the storefront. He sighed.
Iori walked in looking incredibly mad. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his hair fell so thickly over his face Rock wasn't sure how he was seeing. There was a loaf of pre-sliced wonderbread under one arm, and the other was holding a jar of peanut butter with a knife sticking out of it.
He slammed the jar on the cards table and scattered Jake and Rob's game across the floor. Both sighed and rolled their eyes. All of Iori Yagami's employees had long grown accustomed to the man's eccentricities. After a while, you stopped feeling annoyed.
"IT TASTES LIKE DICK. SOMEBODY GET ME A NEW ONE… Hi Howard."
"Hey Boss."
Rock yawned and slumped down onto one of the couches. He was mildly interested in his employer's most recent bout of insanity. He was looking a bit crazy. He probably needed some lavender oil to soothe his energies.
"Did you fuck my peanut butter?"
"No. It was the Aliens."
Iori looked shocked. He dropped into the seat next to Rock, and began to seriously question him. Rock didn't even bother sitting straight to entertain his employer.
"How do you know! Did you see those blue bastards?!"
"My intuition is telling me. Definitely Aliens."
"Shit!"
Iori grabbed the Peanut Butter and sniffed it. He did the appropriate mental gymnastics to convince himself it now smelled like alien tentacles, then stood up and grabbed a tin-foil hat from the floor before he walked out. He was probably headed to the Police station again. Those guys loved him.
As Rock watched him leave, Jake - who was busy picking the cards back up from the floor, chuckled and elbowed him affectionately.
"That's sure one way to get Boss off your back… Wanna play?"
Astro Rock