"This is a mess!"
"What are you talking about, this is amazing! It is the logical conclusion of everything I've been working toward for a decade."
"And that is why you are a supervillian."
This goes on for like 10 more blocks.
Go Chic
"We wrote this song called Culture Shock because we were going on our first overseas tour and we were terrified that you people don't eat dogs. We can't eat beef..."
Random acts of rock.
So we're wandering the streets, waiting to wander across the next thing, and we pass a venue with a long line. Next to the line is, basically, a porch. A band has set up there. "Look, a 6'x8' open space! Plenty of room!"
So they are rocking out, in an angry young punk kind of way, when the singer climbs up on top of the fence and ATM in front of the porch and starts drumming on it. Then he sort of falls ontothe street side, and begins serenading the ATM directly.
Then the surprise next verse of the song is a huge stream of vomit.
Reprise: same as previous verse.
The band finishes, "Thank you!" He waves and bolts inside.
Rock and fucking roll.
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