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Tim's back in the Bar for the first time in the few days. He's been doing a good job at avoiding it, ever since the scrap he'd had with Enzo.
Today, when he finally decided to crawl out of his bedroom, the Bar was not going to let him out of it, though. When he opened his bedroom door and saw the Bar waiting for him, he just shut it straight away. He and the Bar played this game for a solid five minutes before Tim finally gave in.
So, still in his jimjams, he shuffles across the floor, hoping to get a cup of tea or something. And with his tea, he receives a pair of packages. The first one, his PSX, he's thrilled about. The second one, he's rather a bit confused over. What the hell is Rock Band, and why hasn't he heard of it before?
And now, he's a bit torn. He'd wanted to just forget the whole ordeal. Now, he's not sure if he should be excited over the new game, or feeling like a considerable arsehole.