[ Marty listens to Rarity, not daring himself to interrupt. In a way, she was right. Messing around with the guitar and aggravating his wrist probably wasn't doing anything to help the healing process. It was in his best interest to take it easy...which he honestly didn't want to do. ]

What good am I to you guys then? [ Marty shakes his head, picking a few dust bunnies off of his cast. ] I was hired to be here for a reason. I just wanna play with my band. [ Marty looks up, and gives Rarity a sad look. ]

I'm gonna get fired, if you guys don't kick me out first.