No, I haven’t seen your bass drum case. What do I look like, some kind of servant? By the way, where’s my line mixer? What? No… actually, you don’t look like a servant. Why do you ask? Oh, sorry, friends. Just trying to get ahead of things here at the Cheney Hammer Mill. We’ve got … Continue reading Word is “move.”
Well, we managed to pull the Bill O’Reilly sound-alike tirade off the audio. But the logo… oh, the logo… Glad you could make it back. (Back where?) Still hanging in there at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, just me and the fellows. And robots. And root vegetables. And mad scientists. And wayward planets. Shall I … Continue reading Just kwazy.
Where do we sign again? Here? Right…. Now, we’re done. We’re not done? Freaking hell! You’ve already got our signatures sixty-seven times. Just copy the fuckers. Everything by the book, that’s how these legal types are. Anyway… greetings and welcome to Big Green-land. We’re finalizing the terms of our forthcoming CD release (actually, it’s our … Continue reading Concessions.
Marvin (my personal robot assistant) can hear a pin drop on the other side of the world… or bricks being fashioned by contract laborers in a distant galaxy.