A burning mustang and some 45 by their side four gnarly creatures joined a fireplace. Midnight in a minute and still there`s no McKinley. The booze burned and nothing left to explain. Suddenly the unloaded ghettoblaster rattled into the silence.
First a bit fuzzy, then it turned louder. The four guys had a look at the shaking radio as it glimmered neongreen.
Adam: "I`ve seen something like that in a rundown gas stations toilet, fluorescence on the floor like they had a bad toxicated cleaning crew over there!"
Steve repeating vage: "Crew over dere?"
Skip: "Can you feel it? This vibrant thing, like cryptonite between us, gosh!"
Steve: "Like...like a crewness thing goin on right here?"
Adam: "...like a nuclear blast from the past."
Skip: "André, this is nuts right here, but can you feel crewlove swapping over boarders right here?"
André: "Whatever it is, bra, follow dis beat, Skip-beau!"
Skip: "Ay, Steve, the radio illuminates and you`re like: This is not a sign? Come on!"
Steve louder: "Let`s take it to blue planet earth, let`s take it to the fans, let`s take it...where are we right now?"
Skip: Let`s take it like a man: Coconut Crew, are you ready?"
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SKIP IS THE LEADER, BOY!
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