For about an hour, Peter had been keeping a baleful eye on Proctor bassist Stephen's bass and acoustic guitar, both of which he had shamefully left lying unattended in the grass upon being carried from the field in fervent adulation by his frothing fans. Finally he could wait no longer, and erupted into a bellowing announcement: "Bassist for Proctor! Get up here and secure your instrument, which you have left to be peed upon by forest creatures!"
This exhibition of musical callousness was all the more shocking, since Peter had granted Stephen the benefits of his timeless bass knowledge (not to be confused with any useful sort of knowledge) earlier that afternoon. Minutes later, Stephen emerged, shamefaced, from his lair, to meekly wipe the deer pee from his instruments and drag them away.