Catching the snide comment, the spiked head turned away from the Gentleman, turning a wry smirk towards Mark while raising his guitar to point at him.

"I dedicate this jam session to the uptight white trash ovuh yonder." Electricity and flame began wreathing the new guys guitar, lending to the dramatic atmosphere as he grabbed a nearby microphone.

"Now then..." He breathed huskily into the device, "LET'S ROCK!"