They sound really-- [Normal. Nice, normal people. Normal rockstar people who don't have to lie about everything and not even mention the rest and who probably don't have an arm that's about to fall of.] --awesome.

[And he probably misses them! Nice job, idiot. She clings a bit tighter.] Sooooo. We're totally walking in a graveyard. If the stereotype police pop up and try to put us in a box, I'll gouge out their eyes and you punch them in the junk. Deal?