okay, let's see if this will work.

we are going to write a little story about a guy that goes to Guitar Center.
here are the rules:

rule #1: you can only write one sentence.

rule #2: your sentence must begin with the letter of the alphabet that comes next

example

Artie likes peaches.
But the store is out of them.
Canned pears are not a good substitute.

rule #3: you can only submit one post to this thread.

rule #4: disable your signature for this thread (uncheck the box below the "instant ubb code" stuff). it'll make our story easier to read.

i'll start:

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A guy walks into Guitar Center.

But as he goes to ask this guy where the keyboard department is, he is rudely ignored, and the salesman walks away.

"Christ!" he fumes, as the veins in his temples bulge with ever-increasing anger, and in his state of frenzied rage, proceeds to walk over to the fire hose and ...

Doesn't anyone want me to buy something here?

...Damn, I was trying to reply to Jimmy's post but he edited it so it doesn't work anymore! No fair!

(well, at least that fits the next letter!)

...Disembowl himself; freed from the burden of his digestive system and genitalia, he realizes that his soul is fast oozing away into the gutter and he's ready to go back into Guitar Center!

"Everybody who works in this place should have themselves put to sleep" sez he..

"Fortunately, I keep a large supply of cyanide with me at all times", he says, as it occurs to him that the entire store staff resembles Riff Raff from the Rocky Horror Picture show.

Good Lord, who do I have to kill to buy a pack of strings??

(get back in the game Lee. Your post doesn't count)

"hel-LOOO! HELLOOOOOO! Does anyone want to help me???!!!!," he shouted in a combination of anger and frustration as he wandered the store.

I must be invisible, I can't believe there's no one in this store paying attention to me, hey I am invisible.

(shit I was too slow)

J. Geils knocked over a large display of amps in the center of the store.

Keyboards came crashing down, as the Marshall stacks fell like dominoes into the Roland display.

Look at me Idiots, here's a potential customer !!! Where are you, guys?

Lo and behold, a salesman arrived, but he could immediately tell that it was all a big, big mistake--he would have been better off fending for himself.

Mackie-Mackie-Mackie, nothing but Mackie's everywhere.

Not able to get past the lack of power amp/mixer choices, not able to get strings, not able to get any attention in the keyboard dept., our hero turns on the hose.

Of course, not more than a trickle escaped from the bronze nozzle of the hose.

Plugging of the city's water mains by the Martians was suspected (or possibly by Dave Bryce, two days after he tried all those sandwich recipes) so he cast the hose aside and yelled:

"QUIT THIS INSANITY! ENOUGH ALREADY" as he crumpled to the floor, dripping hose flailing against a poster of Steve Vai...

Realization hit him, he wuz drowning.

Six million ways to die, and he's losing out to a hose, striking a wet, forlorn, prostrate pose.

Thinking, so this is how it ends.

Unbelievably, it might not be over...nope...not yet...

Violins.... he could hear the sound of violins.

What???Arthur does not work here anymore???

You Fired Kenny?!? YOU BASTARDS!!