Ladies and gentlemen: The Deadly Firesnakes

"So what you gonna do when you get back?"

"I'm gonna start a band."

"Oh yeah?"

"Fuck yeah."

"What kinda band? Some bitchin' metal?"

"Naw. 'S gonna be dirty acoustic country-folk-blues-core, man. Like spittin' on the floor, tellin' fuckers to get up an' dance kinda music."

"Acoustic, dirty-"

"Dirty acoustic country-folk-blues-core, man."

"You need a acronym or somethin' for that. That's a mouthful."

"An' if the fuckers don't get up an' dance when you tell 'em to, you give 'em a beatdown. Like bam with a mic stand and shit."

"Can people dance to dirty acoustic whatever?"

"Fuck yeah they can. Sometimes you just gotta tell 'em to."

"Shit. What you gonna call it?"

"The Deadly Firesnakes."

"Ain't there already a-"

"Naw, man, I googled that shit. It's wide open."

"Shit, that's cool, man."

"What you gonna do when you get back?"

"I thought I'd buy one o' them new Playstations."

"Cool."