Thread:TheMaximumMatt/@comment-30953185-20180719180808/@comment-32807753-20180721185510

(The flashback ends with Lincoln still looking at the viewers, but with an annoyed expression on his face.)

Lincoln: (To the viewers) I can usually handle one or two little gripes, but not over a dozen! It just seems like everyone gets mad at me, no matter what I do.

(Suddenly, Luan comes into his bedroom, who like her other sisters is miffed as well.)

Lincoln: (Deadpan) Of course. (Looks back at Luan.) What do you want, Luan?

Luan: (Angry) Just to tell you that you completely messed up my comedy props! The pies weren't properly baked, the whoopie cushions weren't inflated right, and you jammed my joy buzzer! I'm quite shocked at you, Linc. (Laughs a bit.) Get it? (Goes back to being angry.) But seriously, I can't use any of these for my next gig!

(Suddenly, Luna comes into his bedroom, miffed as well.)



Luna: Well, I'm clearly not gonna be the saint of this story.

Luna: (Angry) Hey, bro! Mind explaining this to me?! (Shows her guitar with all the strings snapped.)

Lincoln: (Groans) What is it this time, Luna?

Luna: (Angry) Remember when I told you to tighten the strings on my axe?! Well they weren't tight enough, and they snapped mid jam! Now the band and I can't play!

Sam: How would the strings snap from being too loose? Wouldn't they snap if it were too tight.