You fucking hate the r a n p b. Fucking alpha males. Several of them are full on skinheads. They give oompa a bad name. You find out they are playing at the Pecking Order. You go there with a pocket filled with rotten eggs. During the set you hurl a couple eggs into the drum kit. They burst open and and stink is bad. The band stops the set and you are slinking for the exit as the singer screams "Who threw the eggs! Who the FUCK did it!!". The bass player is holding his insrument like an axe and searching the place. You bolt for it. "Get him!", screams the band leader. You push people aside to clear the way for you to get out. The eggs have burst in your pockets. You puke in an alley and continue your escape. You make it home unkilled.