“What’s this band called?” “Okay, here’s the thing,” JB said, grinning. “It’s called Smegma Cake 2.” “What?” he asked, laughing. “Smegma Cake 2? Why? What happened to Smegma Cake 1?” “It got a staph infection,” JB shouted over the noise of the train clattering into the station. An older woman standing near them scowled in their direction.
