Blitz shook his head and went back into his room, absentmindedly forgetting to close the door. He sat on his bed and began tuning his guitar. Angry plumes of smoke shot out of his nostrils as one of the strings snapped. "Damn piece of junk, I need a real guitar!" Blitz shouted as he hurled the guitar into a wall and cracked it into several pieces. Blitz looked around the room angrily until he stopped at his open door. "Uh.."