Fry is sitting in a corner, looking secretive and worried.
He has a can of beer in his hand, which he is looking at.
Grub says I can't be in the band any more unless I prove I'm not a Daddy's boy.
They're going to get me to drink beer tomorrow. I'm gonna look a right idiot if I can't...He looks around to see if he's being watched, opens the can
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He decides to approach, abandoning his seat a few tables away and hooking his backpack over his shoulder; he greets Fry with a curious smile.
"Hey there, champ. Preparing for a frat party?"
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He winces. Probably wasn't the safest place to try this.
"What's a fat party?"
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"Frat party. Bunch of college kids getting drunk and--" Brief pause as he evaluates Fry's age. "...getting drunk. They don't card, but you're probably still a little young for most of them."
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"Grub says if I don't break at least one of my parents' rules then I'm not cool enough to stay in the band." he says sadly.
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He jerks a thumb at the observation window. "Dude, you hang out in an apocalyptic bar. Automatic cool points. What instrument do you play?"
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He sighs.
"Bobby and Grub are three years older than me but they let me in the band to start with because their keyboard player left and I'm a grade eight. But they say I'm holding them back because I won't sing songs with certain words in."
Looking back up at Daniel. "It's true that my dad has rules about swearing, like he told me that if I do it in front of adults I'll get told off and if I do it to someone like a policeman or a judge or the queen then I'll be in very serious trouble. But he also said that if I want to swear with my friends it's my own call, but that I should be careful and not feel forced to and that I shouldn't say anything I don't know the meaning of."
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