Friday, March 12, 2010
Jerry Fights With Death on the Way to Live 8 in Berlin
JERRY: Alright, Death, take another step and I’ll stomp your fucking ass into powder. I’m going to Live 8, and nothing will be capable of stopping this!
DEATH: But Jerry, it is the time for your bodily functions to cease!
JERRY: I don’t care, I’m not missing Die Toten Hosen, the opening band, for anything! Now get out of my way, Death.
DEATH: Jerry, the world must work in certain ways. This is one of the ways in which the world must work. You can not change this world, friend, no matter how strenuously you exert yourself!
JERRY: I refuse to miss Green Day’s punked-up cover of Queen’s “We Are The Champions”! I say this again, and heed my words well, Death: I will stomp your smooth ivory bones into powder!
DEATH: I feared it would come to this. When one refuses to travel with me willingly, we must resort to the basest of violence, engaging in fisticuffs like vile and racially insensitive cartoon Irishmen.
JERRY and DEATH fight. One of them wins.
JERRY: Alright, Death, take another step and I’ll stomp your fucking ass into powder. I’m going to Live 8, and nothing will be capable of stopping this!
DEATH: But Jerry, it is the time for your bodily functions to cease!
JERRY: I don’t care, I’m not missing Die Toten Hosen, the opening band, for anything! Now get out of my way, Death.
DEATH: Jerry, the world must work in certain ways. This is one of the ways in which the world must work. You can not change this world, friend, no matter how strenuously you exert yourself!
JERRY: I refuse to miss Green Day’s punked-up cover of Queen’s “We Are The Champions”! I say this again, and heed my words well, Death: I will stomp your smooth ivory bones into powder!
DEATH: I feared it would come to this. When one refuses to travel with me willingly, we must resort to the basest of violence, engaging in fisticuffs like vile and racially insensitive cartoon Irishmen.
JERRY and DEATH fight. One of them wins.
