The new fellow just clocked in. We got to hurry up and finish the program before this new fellow ruins the whole thing. My man with the cigar will post up at the light switch. We’ll do a little Home Alone routine. A trip wire, a spinning umbrella, a piano lid closing on his fingers, then the birch switch.
Get that ax and hurry up. We’re going to turn this baby grand into lumber. There’ll be nothing left by the time he makes it over here. Deforest the keyboard and chop chop on the double because I hear his footsteps. Somebody call out ‘tiiiimmmber’ and then somebody call out ‘cut.’ Very close now, I hear his footsteps.
More about: moduS ponY
