[is silent for a moment] ...oh.

But I'm sure he could come up with something you'd want to see or--or eat, or something!

[Nathan is very spoiled. What with his 100k a week allowance.]

I guess.

[He doesn't sound too convinced.]

Anyway, it doesn't matter, don't worry about it, alright? It was pretty fucking dumb of me to extend the offer anyway, I know what goes on at my fucking shows. Kinda.

[now Oliver's the one who's disappointed. and he still feels bad]

No, it's not like that! I mean...I'd still like to hear your band. Have you got CDs or something?

Yeah. They sound a bit different from live shows, though. On older albums, I edited Murderface out. Newer ones, Knubbler did it at my order. And all the guitars are Skwisgaar. Usually.

Well, hey, at least I'd still hear you!

Yeah. I'll, uh, send them through the mail. Should get there, you know, eventually. I don't quite fucking get how mail goes through universes. I guess somebody at the shop delivers mail or some shit.

I'll be looking forward to it! Cheers, Nathan. I owe you. [and not just for the music]

No, you don't. Seriously, I have got so many albums fucking laying around the house. I get a bunch of copies for free to give to friends or family and, uh. They just rot. I usually melt them or throw them out the window like Frisbees. Like what you'd do with fucking, you know, free AOL internet CDs.

Yeah, well, I still owe you. [pauses] So uh...see you later, then?

Yeah. [And then sudden awkward quick reply.] Uh, bye.

[And he immediately hangs up to go deal with Murderface.]