|Title||Come to the Record Store|
Transcript: You wanna lock us in, old man? Oh, that's fine with Cobbsie. I used to love you. I used to think you were a musical genius. You know why? Because you paid my rent, you ancient hack! Come on to the record store, I'll show you what I think of your plinkity, plink, plink!
Location: Southern Mall, on a table outside of the restrooms.