"Sam, the music sounds good man, you've been practicing."
"Thanks."
"Sam, this is Wolf. He's new here."
"Sup dude..."
"Wolf, here's Sam. Sam and his band have been here at Flog Gnaw for a while. Sam's gonna show you around while I fill out these last minute field trip slips, alright? So you guys have fun."
"So you guys are into jazz..."
"Look. Wolf, Prairie Dog, or whatever the fuck your name is... We don't fuck with you or anybody else here, alright? You stay the fuck outta our way and we'll stay the fuck outta yours. Kapish?"