You get a studio apartment together. You pile up together for body heat on cold nights. Living cheap. On three bags of ramon noodles a day and tea from spearmint that grows in the park. After many weeks you buy a couple instruments to start your music off with.
Now you two are armed and sonically dangerous. You name yourselves Moisture Missile. You are feeling very glad about this exciting new start. You even have enough left over to buy a hamburger each to celebrate.