They’ll be all like, "Man, we should done that show."

And we’ll be all like, "yeah but too late fer you, dudes. We got REM to play and we had a band-off with em and we KILLED."

"And they’ll be all like, "well next time then, and who the fuck are r.e.m.?"

And WE’LL be all like, "There is no NEXT TIME, motherfucker. NO ONE turns down Thee Maj."

And they’ll be all, like, crying and shit.

And we’ll be all like totally laughing (and pointing, too).

And they’ll all like, pull out shivs from their back pockets and try to start a gang war like MJ’s ’Beat It’ or some shit.

And we’ll all, like, pull out fucking MACHETES from our BOOTS and heads will roll on the pavement.

And then we’ll take all the food left on their grill and eat it and drain the keg and have a REAL fuckin party and we’ll empty the trash cans and swim in the trash and play the cans like drums a la Monotonix.

AAAYYYEEEAAAHHH!!!!

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