The manager from that fucking band, Warrant.(He was on the cover of their first record), keeps calling us, telling us how much he likes our stuff, asking us if we want to sign a deal. Which we were like Fuckin Right! But then he started offering us fucking money if we'll let his kid play in our fuckin band. He even sent us a promo shot from the little blobs' old band, "Shredder". We told him to suck on our fucking long dongs. He said we'd never work in the buisness again. We told him that we would bronze his freshly slaughtered corspe, leaving only his mouth exposed to the open air, in which we would then shit in endlessly. We heard a dial tone around the part with the corpse. Fuckin' pussy.