So it starts out that he is attacked by some monster, and he totally loses his shit; backs up and falls over a log or something and right before he is devoured he throws up the metal sign. The beastie runs off and a wandering wizard sees him and asks how he knows the ancient sign of Rok, lord of Earth and Metal (or some shit). And it turns out all his fave lyrics are actually ancient spells (Like "And the dragon comes in the NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!" would be a summoning spell). I think I would call it "The Totally Radical Adventures of Tommy C., Dude". In my sleep-deprived haze, I had a whole introductory monologue about how he came surfing through this "totally tubular curl in the like, space-time continuum or some junk," but I cannot recall it. Sadly, this would require me to borrow too much IP to make it work (unless I thought I could come up with convincing faux lyrics, but that wouldn't be as fun).
So yeah, I'm going to try to nap now because I have work and then driving to Cornell late at night and I want to be well rested. I sincerely hope my bike is out of the shop by 7 tonight, cause I have a long day ahead and would like to be in Ithaca no later than 11PM (especially if I am riding; don't ride tired).