Right on. Let's do this!
**He turns the volume up on his amplifier as far as it will go, and a slight ringing can be heard. He readies his pick over the e string.**
Brace yourselves, ladies and gents!
**His hand comes down, hitting the e string with a fair amount of force, while the amplifier took care of the rest. The volume was too much for the boxes to handle. They broke apart and blew across the room to hit the opposite wall and crumble into dust, revealing nothing on this floor of the warehouse. Mr. Bassman winced at the volume, and turned down the volume to a normal level, but then proceeded to play a sweet bass riff, just for fun.**
Ha, that never gets old. Well uh, I guess we better check upstairs for what we're looking for. What are we looking for? Not boxes anymore. Ahee, hee.