Jimmy: Well then what Roger was I supposed to curse and threaten!?
Mick: Roger DALTREY.
Jimmy: Wait, that short, hot headed twat? Hell no man.
Mick: What?! Why?!
Jimmy: Why would I sacrifice him to my lord?! Satan would curse his fucking wrath upon me with no hesitation!
Mick: So you're saying Roger is worse than hell.
Jimmy: Pretty much. I'll go tell the other members to lay off Taylor, but I'm not helping you out on this one. *Hangs up*
Mick: Bloody hell...
[At lunch]
Roger: *Sits by Pete*
Pete: Hey Rog.
Roger: Hi.
Pete:
Roger:
Roger: What?
Pete: You're actually quiet for once.
Moonie: I can change that.
Roger: Whaddya mean?
Moonie: I mean I can piss you off easily.
Roger: Shut up fatass.
Moonie: I'M NOT FAT GODDAMMIT! I JUST HAVE MUSCLE!
Roger: No, Enty has muscle. *Lifts up John's shirt, revealing his six pack*
Enty: *Looks down for a second, then continues to eat without saying anything*
Moonie: I have a little muscle.
Roger: Well I call the bullshit flag until you prove it.
Moonie: Hmph.
Pete: Did you get over the whole party incident Rog?
Roger: Yeah... I did. I realized it's just a party and I should get over it.
Moonie:
Pete:
Enty:
Roger:
Enty: Wait, is Roger home?
Roger: I'M BEING SERIOUS, JOHN!
Enty: I don't believe you. You're always so stubborn over these things.
Roger: Well you stick to that story, but I'm over this whole stupid thing! *Looks at Kurt, Krist, and Dave, smirking* I know I am...
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