| Bunk: Hey, put that down!
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| Art: What are you doin', man?
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| Don: SILENCE, you fools! |
| Don’t you believe in PROGRESS?
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| Bunk: Take that progress and stick it under a ROCK
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| Don: We must overthrow the diatonic system
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| Art: Bullshit
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| Don: We’re coming to the beginning of a NEW ERA wherein the development of the
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| inner self will be the most important factor
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| Ian: Donnie, your music is full of shit, and besides that it ain’t disciplined
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| Don: Listen…
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| Bunk: Give me four-four
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| Art: Togetherness
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| Bunk: Yeah
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| Ian: Some old melodies
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| Don: Look, playing…
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| Art: Put on a tie!
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| Don: Playing that kind of music and eating meat will never… you’ll never be
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| able to see my aura then
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| Art: I’ve seen your aura a lot, and it really stinks
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| Bunk: You’ve been drinking, Don
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| Ian: I can hear your aura and it’s bad, man
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| Don: Listen, there are many strange things that science doesn’t know
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| Art: Fuck it
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| Ian: Play any more…
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| Bunk: Discipline, you need discipline
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| Don: No…
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| Bunk: Four-four
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| Don: It’s got to be new, it’s got to progress, it’s got to evolve.
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| THERE MUST BE GROWTH!
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| Bunk: Ah, man. |
| My goodness…
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| Don: You’ve got to eat macrobiotic food
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| (FZ: We’re doing a play.)
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| Don: And study astrology. |
| Delve into the occult world
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| Ian: Well you can delve all you want but we’re formin' a new group…
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| go, go and do you some yoga exercises
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| Don: Look…
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| Ian: Take care of business there
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| Don: Mark my words… If you continue playing this music something strange may
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| happen
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| Bunk: Don’t threaten me…
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| Don: By the end of the first show… No, the second show
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| FZ: So, at this point in the development of our plot the three talented members
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| of the Mothers of Invention have quit the group to form their own band with a
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| lot of discipline
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| Art: Yeah
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| FZ: This is what we need, it’s a nice disciplined combo!
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| FZ: And so that they would be completely packaged and fit in with the rest of
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| the disciplined combo, the former members of the Mothers of Invention receive
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| their initiation into the robot musical world
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| Don: This makes me nervous, I’m gonna go do some yoga
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| Ian: Yeah, you’d better
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| FZ: Meanwhile, Dom DeWild, under pressure, prepares to unwind with some healthy
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| yoga exercises
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| FZ: This is Euclid Motorhead Sherwood
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| Motorhead: What’s the matter with him?
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| Ian: He’s nervous 'cause he couldn’t play with our new group
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| Motorhead: Oh, that’s nice, look at all those suits
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| FZ: Motorhead covets the uniforms of the other band. |
| And also shows some
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| interest in the bum of Underwood
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| Ian: Ayyyy!
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| Motorhead: Hey, ten years ago I knew a lot of guys that had suits like these.
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| They’re really nice. |
| Hey, can I play in the band and get a suit like that too?
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| Ian: No!
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| Motorhead: But I like the suits and I can play good. |
| I can play…
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| I can play anything
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| Ensemble: BOO! |
| BOO! |
| BOO!
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| FZ: Motorhead is lying. |
| He can’t play good, he can’t play anything.
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| He’s trying to con his way into the other band. |
| He knows they don’t want him
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| Bunk: I heard you play before
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| Motorhead: But I got practicing and play good
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| Ian: No discipline
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| FZ: He’s lying. |
| He hasn’t been practicing, he doesn’t do shit
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| Bunk: Ask me, you couldn’t even count to four
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| Art: Come on, beat it, man
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| Motorhead: You can’t do that to me, I’ll fix you
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| Art: Go ahead
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| Motorhead: I’ll get into your band. |
| I’ll get into your band
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| Bunk: Okay Motorhead, just get out of the way
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| Motorhead: You can’t stop me, I’ll get in there somehow
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| Ian: Take a walk, you fruit
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| Motorhead: There’s no way you can stop me, I bet ya!
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| FZ: Motorhead explains to the members of the Robot Combo that nothing can stop
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| him, he will join their group whether they like it or not |