Friday, October 7, 2005

“Hello, professor? Stockholm here. You’ve won the Nobel Prize for your work on the heat-death of the universe.”

Stars are pretty.

“Yes, well said. ‘Star light, star bright,’ as it were. You’ve out-shown them all. You’ve won, professor!”

Pretty stars …

You show us everything you’ve got … baby, baby that’s quite a lot … and you drive us wild, we’ll drive you crazy.

“Professor, so sorry. I didn’t catch that. There seems to be some
interference on the line.”

You keep on shoutin’, you keep on shoutin’ …

“Are you listening to music, professor?”

I wanna rock and roll all nite …

“Professor?”

KISS.

“Excuse me?”

Kiss Kiss Kiss.

… and party ev-er-y day!

“If this is a bad time—it must be very early there—we can call back …”

O.K., kiss kiss.

“Shall we call you back then?”

(Kickin’ Ace Frehley guitar solo.)

“We must have a bad connection. We’ll try back shortly, professor.
Congratulations! Goodbye for now.”

CLICK!

Bye.

(Solo continues, crowd noise surges.)

Bye.

(Phone buzzes.)

Bye bye stars.

Pretty stars bye bye.

End.

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