we have him by the ligaments now
he can't escape I tell you...
driking aloud
it's all over now mister
the prostitutes with their dirty accordeons
the foggy interchangeable pieces of morality
(gone bad)
now, you're like us...
erase his mental pockets
off with his eyelashes
I'll teach you to serve freudian meatloaf to innocent puppies
oh you think I'm kidding ?
wait 'till your animated friends see you like this
they'll turn you into collectivized foot powder
you'll have no one to regurgitate your space age syndicalism on
you'll be like him..
or worse..
like me...
ladies and gentlemen
it is my great hounour to present to you tonight's guest,
the guy we couldn't find !
accompanied by the lovely defunct grandmother of teddy roosevelt
let's give 'em a big hand folks
cut
paste
cut
I'm done.
you can go now.
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