My version of Goldilocks, to sum up the below, I tried out a Peavey 6505+ head with a Marshall 1960AV cab and it sounds like god! Also got some new strings =D

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Daryl. He went for a walk into Bolton. Pretty soon, he came upon a music store. He knocked on the door, when no one answered, he walked right in. Upstairs, there were three cables. Daryl was interested. He tried the first lead.
“This lead is too short!” he exclaimed.
So, he tried the second lead.
“This lead is too long.” he said.
So, he tried the last lead.
“Ahhh, this lead is just right.” he said happily as he picked it up.

After he’d looked at the music shop’s leads he decided he wanted to try an amp. So, he walked over to the amp section where he saw three tube amps. Daryl tried the first Blackstar amp.
“This amp is too weak!” he exclaimed.
So he tried the second Marshall JVM amp.
“This amp is too strong!” he whined.
So he tried the last Peavey 6505+ with a Marshall 1960AV cab amp.
“Ahhh, this amp is just right” he sighed.

Daryl was very happy at this time, so he went downstairs too look at strings. He tried the Beefy Slinkeys, but they were too thick. Then he tried the Power Slinkeys, but they were too thin! Then he tried the Skinny Top Heavy Bottoms and they were just right. Daryl went into a daze about awesome guitar sound.

As he was dazing, the salesmen emerged from the staff room, ranting upstairs.
“Someone’s been touching my lead”, growled the old salesmen.
“Someone’s been touching my lead”, said the high-pitched salesmen.
“Someone’s been touching my lead and it’s gone!”, cried the gruff metalhead salesmen.
“Someone’s been moving the dials on my amp”, growled the old salesmen.
“Someone’s been moving the dials on my amp”, said the high-pitched salesmen.
“Someone’s been moving the dials on my amp and it has a Schecter guitar plugged into it!”, cried the gruff metalhead salesmen.

They decided to look around some more and when they got downstairs, the old salesmen growled, “Someone’s been touching my strings”
“Someone’s been touching my strings, too” said the high-pitched salesmen.
“Someone’s been touching my strings, too, and that guy’s holding them!” exclaimed the gruff metalhead salesmen.

Just then, Daryl woke up out of his daze and saw the three salesmen. He screamed, “I totally just used you guys to try out some equipment because I can get it cheaper elsewhere!” and Daryl ran up the stairs collected his guitar, opened the door, and ran away into the streets of Bolton. And he never returned to the shop of the three salesmen.

THE END