Fun police, shut it down. Shut everything down, pull the plug. There’s a technical inaccuracy, all jokes are null and void. Everybody needs to go home, or we start arresting people.
Scene: House party, 11PM. Fun police raid the building, crashing through windows and kicking in the front door. Partygoers scream and scatter in all directions. Fun police let their dogs off the leash, and they turn into fur missiles chasing the stragglers.
Scene: Backyard. Protagonist sprints through the backyard, chased by a dog, and clumsily tries to scale the back fence. A dog has a firm grip on his pants leg and refuses to let go.
:: record scratch, freeze frame ::
That’s me, trying to climb that fence. You might be wondering how I got here…
Fun police, shut it down. Shut everything down, pull the plug. There’s a technical inaccuracy, all jokes are null and void. Everybody needs to go home, or we start arresting people.
Scene: House party, 11PM. Fun police raid the building, crashing through windows and kicking in the front door. Partygoers scream and scatter in all directions. Fun police let their dogs off the leash, and they turn into fur missiles chasing the stragglers.
Scene: Backyard. Protagonist sprints through the backyard, chased by a dog, and clumsily tries to scale the back fence. A dog has a firm grip on his pants leg and refuses to let go.
:: record scratch, freeze frame ::
Fur missile? Now there’s a nickname I’ve not heard in a lonnng time.
Screw off. We have the right to party granted by the License to Ill Act of '86.