Hans Larsson

"Are you planning on hanging around like a fucking annoying bastard for that long?" Rekker sighed and rolled his eyes. His instinct is to shove the Swede right out the door on his ass to prevent the inevitable of him leaving because he can't deal with the mental health crashes. The guitarist hopes maybe a little that someone might find him tolerable before he managed to take his own life.

"I don't want my house covered in fucking hairspray and glitter smelling like a damned cathouse." He throws back and offers his own finger to the annoying singer. "Fuck off yourself."