(The end xD)
*after a while you come to, on the side of a street, coke under your nose and bags of weed covering ... [more]
*hits you again numerous times, causing you to black out eventually*
We'll see. *one of them punches you in the gut*
Right... then you went into the drug business. Not to worry, they'll also go down with you.
Because... I'm going to run you and the other musicians into the ground. *they begin to pull you out ... [more]
Why? Why!? Why the hell not? *two security ponies come in, grab you by the arms*
(Back :D)
No, I'm more afraid of your meth buddies. *keeps hitting the button*
Uh... *walks back over to the sound system, hits the "Call Security" button*
... *whistles, begins shuffling out of the studio*
*pokerface* Neon: We'll be going off air for a while now... *on air light goes off*
*it starts playing*
Receptionist: Third studio on the right. |Neon: And now... here's Motley Crew. *starts playing*