"Wait, really?" my bassist said, "How many did they have left?"
"You're supposed to come down immediately!" Lou shouted, ignoring the bassist, "I own your soul. It's in the contract!"
"Yeaaaah, about that," I said, "George Burdell isn't actually my name."
"It doesn't matter!" Lou said, "So long as it's even your alias, then you should've been bound by the contract."
"It's not my alias, though. I stole it from some guy named William Edgar Smith, who is either dead or very, very old," I said.
Lou was not pleased. He was even less pleased when I decided to collapse the Inferno, release all those imprisoned within, and annihilate him entirely using nothing but the power of rock. Unfortunately, the first song on the list, Knights of Cydonia, was one I couldn't actually play. I'd tried it out in practice a couple of times, and it just didn't work. So when the tricky part was coming up and I was just about positive I was about to fail completely, I did what anyone would've done in my situation.
I used the Force. No, really. I stopped concentrating and just let reflexes take over completely. And it worked. Twenty minutes later and Lou is nothing more than a memory.
As for what's bothering me personally, apparently my mother doesn't want to take away my computer for fear that I'll kill her. I think she may have been exaggerating her fears a whee bit for the sake of trying to make a point. But she isn't likely to try and take my computer away, so there's that.
And now to roll the dice!
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I 'unno. I don't keep track of this stuff.