GUYS, BACK ME UP HERE. TELL CAPTAIN VAMPIRE POETRY HE’D BE A LOT LESS UPTIGHT IF HE WAS ON A COUPLE TABS AND SHAKING HIS ASS.
VADER, COME ON, MAN. IT’S 1999. GOTH IS SO PLAYED OUT. IT’S ALL ABOUT RAVES NOW. YOU WANT TO GO TO A CLUB AND LISTEN TO HORRIBLE GLOOMY DANCE MUSIC, WHICH IS AN OXYMORON BY THE WAY, THEN STAND AROUND AND BE ANTISOCIAL IN THE MIDDLE OF A COUPLE HUNDRED PEOPLE? THAT’S RIDICULOUS. YOU COULD COME WITH ME AND SOME SWEATY, SMILING E BUNNY WITH A CANDY NECKLACE WILL BE RUBBING YOUR HELMET IN UNDER FIVE MINUTES, PLUS BLACK IS SO … I DON’T KNOW, BLACK, YOU KNOW? WHY DO YOU ONLY HAVE ONE COLOR GOING ON? RAVES ARE LIKE A RAINBOW MADE OF DRUGS.
GUYS, BACK ME UP HERE. TELL CAPTAIN VAMPIRE POETRY HE’D BE A LOT LESS UPTIGHT IF HE WAS ON A COUPLE TABS AND SHAKING HIS ASS.