[MiSTed] Duty Now For The Future (by Devo) -- Part 2
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>S.I.B. (SWELLING ITCHING BRAIN)
CROW: How lovely.
>[synth intro]
MIKE: Wow. It's the Bionic Man's heartbeat.
>Got a nervous kind of feeling
MIKE: Funny. Same here.
>Got a painful yellow headache
CROW: (mother voice) I don't care what color your headache is this morning,
Jimmy, you're still going to school!
>Every picture in every magazine's turned real
CROW: Boy, he must be picking up every issue of Playboy he can get his hands
on.
>Every face looks out and screams at me too real
TOM: SEGA!
MIKE: I'm ready to go back to some Sonic fanfics, actually...
CROW: As long as it's not Davey again.
>Cold sweat on my collar
CROW: He's breaking out into a cold sweat?
MIKE: He must have seen the figures for how much this album sold.
TOM: The profit on this album bought Warner a new trash can lid.
>Dripping to my boots
CROW: Which are, of course, also made of yellow plastic.
MIKE: How trendy.
TOM: The Saran Wrap look is always in.
>The waves of nauseous pain
TOM: Affect every listener. None are spared.
>Sets off the pressure pad alarms
CROW: The what?
>Gotta get outta here
MIKE: Gotta go get a beer...
>Gotta get outta here
TOM: And go to Arkham.
>Gotta get outta here
MIKE: He's lucky. He's not stuck up here. Now me, *I* gotta get outta here...
>Gotta get outta here
CROW: I never thought I'd say, it but I agree with Devo.
TOM: Let us out! Please!
>Gotta painful swelling brain
CROW: Hey, those don't match the title's adjectives!
>Banging in my head
TOM: Bang bang bang bang.
>Gotta painful swelling brain
MIKE: I'm developing a nervous tic.
>And I called off sick
TOM: Sick, twisted, and altogether cruel and unusual.
CROW: This album's unconstitutional!
MIKE: Amen.
>Gotta swelling itching pain
CROW: That's not it either. Morons.
>Got me pulling out my hair
MIKE: (winces)
CROW: Devo bald would be funny.
TOM: Well, aren't they all pushing 70 nowadays?
CROW: That would be great. Devo going onstage, starting to sing Whip It, and
then losing control of their bladders.
>Gotta swelling itching pain
>Clutching at my brain
CROW: (cheerleader voice) Go pain! Clutch that brain! Yaaaay pain!
>Gotta painful swelling brain
>In the back of my head
TOM: (Gumby voice) My brain hurts!
>Gotta painful swelling brain
>And I called off sick
MIKE: He won't shut up!!
CROW: Drownout time again. This is really really bad.
>Gotta swelling itching pain
>Got me pulling out my hair
>Gotta swelling itching pain
TOM: Scratch it so it starts hurting twice as much.
CROW: Or just use a hacksaw.
>Clutching at my brain
>Gotta painful swelling brain
>Got me laying on the floor
MIKE: Help! My brain's fallen and it won't let me back up!
>Gotta painful swelling brain
>Think I left my senses
CROW: Think that's not all you've left.
>Gotta swelling itching pain
>Seems like endless torture
MIKE: Amen.
TOM: You've certainly become religious.
MIKE: When facing Hell, you learn there is a Heaven.
CROW: How poetic.
>Gotta swelling itching pain
>Banging in my head
>Gotta painful swelling brain
MIKE: Seems to be contagious... ow.
>In the back of my head
>Gotta painful swelling brain
>And I called off sick
CROW: Excuse me.... (bends over as if to throw up)
>Gotta painful swelling brain
>Got me pulling out my hair
>Gotta painful swelling brain
TOM: All in favor of sending Devo to Jupiter?
ALL: Aye!
>Clutching at my brain
>Got a painful swelling brain,
TOM: That is, assuming he's got a brain in the first place.
>painful swelling brain
>Driving me up the wall
MIKE: Fall off the ceiling.
CROW: But don't leave footprints. Those're murder to get off.
>Got a painful swelling brain,
>painful swelling brain
>Dripping out my eyes ears nose and mouth
TOM: That's a really disturbing mental image.
MIKE: At least the last album wasn't this offensive...
CROW: Says you.
>Got a painful swelling brain,
>painful swelling brain
>Imploding my thoughts
CROW: I figured his entire cranium was a vacuum.
>Got a painful swelling brain,
>painful swelling brain
>Blasting holes in the front lawn now
TOM: Whoa! It's like Carrie!
MIKE: The last thing we need is an *insane* violent deadly telekinetic.
CROW: This guy could turn out to be an X-Men villain.
MIKE: Well, you've got the mutant part right, at least.
>Got a swelling itching pain,
>swelling itching pain
>Clutching at my brain
TOM: At least the B-52's don't sing this.
CROW: Yeah, then it'd be clutching at his pineapple or something.
>Got a painful swelling brain,
>painful swelling brain
>Got me lying on the floor
TOM: AHHHHHH!!!!! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!!!!!! (sobs)
>Got a painful swelling brain,
>painful swelling brain
MIKE: Take seventy-three aspirin and don't wake up in the morning.
>painful swelling brain
>Going outta my skull
CROW: It couldn't stand the decor.
MIKE: It's gonna try out for a play.
>Gotta painful seelling brain
>painful swelling brain
TOM: You get the feeling that Bill and Ted would be into this sort of stuff.
>painful swelling brain
>Burning up my thoughts
CROW: Doubt there was too much tinder to begin with.
>Got a painful swelling brain,
>painful swelling brain
MIKE: This is a painful swelling refrain.
>painful swelling brain
>Dripping out my eyes ears nose and mouth
TOM: And oozing out his pores too.
MIKE: Ugh.
CROW: Even Tide can't get brain out of shirts.
>Got a painful swelling brain,
>painful swelling brain
TOM: Paging Dr. Nick...
>painful swelling brain
>Tearing me apart
CROW: I would've sent the dogs to do it, but this works.
MIKE: Each song is worse than the last one. I don't want to hear the rest of
this album.
TOM: I didn't want to hear what we already have.
>TRIUMPH OF THE WILL
TOM: What, now Devo're Nazis?
CROW: Maybe Cartman'll dress up like them for Halloween.
MIKE: Yeah, all five of them.
>It was a thing I had to do
TOM: After about three weeks, you really do hafta take out the trash.
>It was a message from below
CROW: Man, the last thing they need is a satanic reference.
>It was a messy situation
TOM: You see, Jake loved Anna, but Anna was Steve's sister, and she had his
baby, and Mary was dead, and, uh...
CROW: As The Nerd Turns.
>It was desire for a girl
MIKE: Now there's an original motive.
>I'm not a wanker or a banker
CROW: Wanker?
MIKE: Peg Bundy's maiden name.
>I'm not afraid to take a risk
TOM: Just stand there with the apple on your head, and close your eyes...
CROW: So he's not afraid to take a Risk. What about a Monopoly?
MIKE: Or, say, a Life? Or a Sorry?
>It is the thing females ask for
CROW: Ponies?
>When they convey the opposite
TOM: Hey big fella, "no" means "no"!
CROW: That must be how Devo got signed. The head nerd went up to Warner
Brothers and said, "Yes means no and no means yes. Will you sign us?"
>Before I die
MIKE: Die?
>Before I die
TOM: Mike, is he gonna die soon? Please say yes.
>Before I die
MIKE: I swear I'll water those plants.
>I'll get another piece of pie
CROW: I'll take some cherry pie.
MIKE: Apple for me.
TOM: Walnut.
>I'll get another piece of pie
CROW: In the face.
>I'll get another piece of pie
TOM: Piefight!
>If I have to lie
CROW: (gasp) How dare he!
MIKE: You've been lyyyying to us, Devo...
>It was a thing I had to do
CROW: When you gotta go, you gotta go.
>It was a message from below
TOM: (as neighbor) Quiet up there! You kids with your crappy techno-rock!
>It was a messy situation
>It was a triumph of the will
CROW: Mind over matter.
MIKE: Car window, splatter.
>Before I die
TOM: What was that? A kazoo?
>Before I die
CROW: I want to harvest clams in Alaska just once.
>Before I die
TOM: Forget 'before', just go ahead and do it!
>I'll get another piece of pie
MIKE: You want the 3.14, the 159, the 265, or the 359?
>I'll get another piece of pie
CROW: Normally, this would make me hungry, but my food's thinking about going
the opposite direction...
MIKE: Crow... could you go somewhere else?
CROW: Hm. The airlock sounds nice right about now, actually.
>I'll get another piece of pie
CROW: (chimes in) ....iiiiiiiiiiieeeee...
>If I have to lie
MIKE: I think I'm gonna cry.
>When the well cries out for water
CROW: Bring me... water! Ni! Ni! Ni!
>It is a need that must be filled
TOM: With a flavorless synthetic fruit filling.
MIKE: Considering this album, that sounds about right.
>It goes beyond the laws of nature
CROW: Yup. Nothing this bad could occur naturally.
>It takes a triumph of the will
CROW: Wow. That was spooky.
TOM: It's odd that the satanic song was less jerky than any of the other songs
they did...
CROW: I'd say these are all satanic, but that's just me.
MIKE: So, we're done with the Dark Side of Devo. What now?
>THE DAY MY BABY GAVE ME A SURPRIZE (with video)
TOM: Devo... run spell-check...
>[Video starts. 4 members of Devo are staring at the viewer with large silver
sunglasses >on.]
CROW: Look, GIB.
MIKE: Hm?
CROW: Geeks In Black.
>[The lead singer comes on with black goggles and his hair combed straight
back. The >video alternates between a shot of him and of the entire band. The
band shot consists of >one member on the far left in front of a small keyboard
with his hands on his hips, the >drummer playing a small electronic drum set,
the lead singer, a member shaking in front >of a keyboard, and the guitar
player.]
>Got a surprize from my honey
TOM: Ahh! Big forehead! Big forehead!
>Got a message from my girl
CROW: "Dear Loser, er, John..."
>When she picked up a pen from beside her bed
MIKE: And then decided to write in blood instead.
>And wrote me a scribbled note
TOM: "Eggs, toaster waffles, pick up laundry..."
CROW: What's wrong with that one in front of the black keyboard?
MIKE: The song's killing him.
>Said she'd be coming back to see me
CROW: When HELL FREEZES OVER! HA!
MIKE: You really should watch your oil pressure, Crow...
TOM: That drummer's the geekiest looking person I've ever seen.
MIKE: Watch it, Tom. You're complimenting him.
>That she would be visiting real soon
MIKE: So I'm dating an axe murderer...
>Gonna get up from her long white bed
TOM: Well, all except for that big yellow spot.
>And leave this cold white room
CROW: Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
TOM: That one is still just standing there, convulsing.
MIKE: And the drummer only has three drums.
TOM: So this band consists of one guy with goggles and a big forehead, a
junkie, an inept drummer, another guy with his hands on his hips, and some
weirdo playing guitar.
MIKE: Most other '80s bands were able to make that formula work, though...
>[The scene changes to a factory setting. The lead singer is on a phone, other
band >members are pressing buttons on a console, and one member is in the
background >stretching a pair of small orange pants.]
>Wa-hoo
TOM: Dum de dum de dum.
CROW: Hey, they're in some weird factory now. What a great video!
>Wa-hoo
MIKE: La de da.
TOM: Is that a pair of orange spandex tights that guy in the background was
stretching?
>[The band members are seen placing a stethoscope-like device to a small,
crying child's >stomach.]
>Wa-hoo
CROW: Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay.
MIKE: Quiet.
TOM: Aw man, they're subjecting that little kid to this crap.
MIKE: So it's a baby as in a baby, not as in a baby?
TOM: Uh... I guess...
>[Back to the original band shot, with the background a mess of electronic
graphics >rather than a generic blue.]
>We would once more live together
TOM: Sounds like a bad sitcom.
CROW: "Devo and Me."
MIKE: You know, Warner dumped them once, but that sounds like something that'd
go on the WB network, all right.
TOM: Right between The Jamie Foxx Show and The Steve Harvey Show.
CROW: Weren't those both canceled?
TOM: I don't know; I sure don't watch that network. I hope they were though.
>Go out on a lovin' spree
TOM: Is this chick blind or something? I mean, this is Devo we're talking about
here!
CROW: Well, I suppose if people are actually willing to marry Tom Arnold...
MIKE: That's a freaky background. And that one guy stopped shaking.
>Just like before the accident
CROW: That explains it.
>My baby would look at me
TOM: And then she would puke on my face.
>I saw her sweet face trembling
CROW: Face... melting...
>As she tried to open her eyes
MIKE: Ow! Contact lens slipped...
CROW: You had a rough childhood, didn't you, Mike?
>I jumped with the joy of a grateful boy
CROW: Look whad I foun in da CwackerJack box!
>[The shot changes to an outside scene, with four of the band members dressed
in blue >and stumbling about, feigning physical handicaps. They are passing the
baby around.]
>The day my baby gave me a surprize
TOM: How... surprising...
CROW: Hey! Now what're they doing to that kid?
MIKE: And what happened to them? They all look like retards now.
CROW: Even more so.
>Wa-hoo
MIKE: Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of Diet Mountain Dew.
>[The baby flies out of the fourth member's arms, and is seen soaring through
the air with >palm trees and phone lines in the background.]
>Wa-hoo
CROW: Woah! The baby's flying!
TOM: Even Devo is interesting sometimes. (pauses) Did I just say that?
>[The baby makes a rough landing in a small kiddie pool, which the lead singer,
also looking handicapped, is standing next to.]
>Wa-hoo
MIKE: Well, it's nice to know that he's happy, at least...
TOM: No it's not.
CROW: Wow, that kid had a graceful landing. I wonder if there's anything left
of his head.
>[Another scene change. In front of more electronic graphics, band members are
sliding >across the screen, one at a time.]
>Got a surprize from my honey
CROW: I'm really... a man!
MIKE: This video's freaking me out... seriously...
>Got a message from my girl
TOM: "Did you remember to feed my goldfish?"
>When she picked up a pen from beside her bed
CROW: Black ink or blue? Decisions, decisions... oh, I'll just go with orange.
For flair.
>And wrote me a scribbled note
MIKE: I'm sorry. I can't read this... hope it wasn't a suicide note. Oh well.
TOM: Wow, I didn't know people still wrote in cuneiform!
>I saw her sweet face trembling
CROW: As I HELD THE PILLOW OVER HER HEAD!
MIKE: Whoa, that's a little dark.
TOM: Stop shouting, Crow.
MIKE: Hey, it's the convulsion guy again.
>As she tried to open her eyes
TOM: The closer to your face that Devo is, the tighter shut you want your eyes
to be.
>I jumped with the joy of a grateful boy
CROW: Sproing...
TOM: Wow, hehe! I'm a Flintstones kid!
MIKE: Now it's the other guy, and he's trying to forward moonwalk or
something...
>The day my baby gave me a surprize
MIKE: It was a day like none other.
CROW: A Day When No Devo Would Die.
>[Another large shot of the lead singer.]
>Wa-hoo
TOM: Calling Planet Ugly... Come in Planet Ugly... We have found your leader...
>[An animated hippo floats up to the screen. It opens its mouth to reveal a
small object >playing the xylophone on its bottom right tooth.]
>Wa-hoo
TOM: What on earth? They're in a hippo's mouth?
CROW: And what is that thing? A big raisin? A turd?
MIKE: Oh man, I think it's a potato!
>Wa-hoo
>[A potato with a saxophone appears in the mouth and begins to play.]
>Wa-hoo
TOM: Even being wasted is no excuse for whoever came up with this thing.
>Wa-hoo
>[The lead singer's face appears, looking to the right and encompassing the
entire >screen.]
>Wa-hoo
CROW: No! It's the ugly forehead guy again! And he's huge!
>Wa-hoo
>[One of the band members' faces appears on top of the cartoon and is staring
at the >potatoes, grinning.]
>Wa-hoo
TOM: What's he grinning at?
MIKE: He has a crush on the saxophone-playing potato. How sweet.
>Wa-hoo
>[The video ends with the band shot again. The lead singer bends over as an
electronic >noise fades out.]
CROW: G-force... increasing... can't... stand straight up... talking... like
Shatner...
>PINK PUSSYCAT
CROW: Good strategy. Sing about the small animals you're frightening.
TOM: Hey, it's even worse for them!
MIKE: Pink pussycat? I've seen a Pink Panther, but...
>-Pink pussycat
CROW: Those losers already?
MIKE: That was quick...
>Where are you?
TOM: In the Lincoln Bedroom.
>-Pink pussycat
>I'm looking for you
TOM: Have you tried a dark alley?
>-Pink pussycat
>Meow, meow, meow
CROW: Yeah, that'll help you find it.
>-Pink pussycat
>-Pink pussycat
MIKE: I still don't like that... I mean, *pink*? Really, that's just... no...
uh-oh...
CROW: What? What is it?
MIKE: Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
CROW: Oh. Hehehehehehe...
MIKE: Crow...
CROW: Ok, fine, I'll pretend it's really a cat they're singing about.
MIKE: Thank you.
>-Pink pussycat
>Where ya hiding, puss?
TOM: I'm trying to find my 'y'!
>-Pink pussycat
>I'm coming after you
CROW: I Know What You Did In The Litterbox Last Summer.
>-Pink pussycat
>I'm gonna mix yer meow-meow
TOM: No, the last thing we need is a remix.
CROW: Wait about five albums. The little wussies won't be able to help it by
then.
>-Pink pussycat
>I see you in the car now
TOM: Kitty wanna ride?
CROW: Wow, this screams '80s. Now all we need are the druggies...
MIKE: Crow.
CROW: What?
>-Pink pussycat
>I've got you in the backseat
TOM: That's nasty.
MIKE: Tom...
TOM: Hey, you told Crow to stop, not me...
>-Pink pussycat
>I wanna touch yer fur now
CROW: Kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty touchit.
MIKE: No need to get into your PUSA routine.
TOM: Hey, PUSA, *pussy*-cat. It sorta fits right in!
>-Pink pussycat
>I'm gonna see you dance now
CROW: Hey... cats don't dance...
>-Pink pussycat
>I'm gonna stand yer fur on end
CROW: Geez, no wonder it ran away.
MIKE: This is making my neck hair stand on end.
TOM: Didn't need to know that...
>-Pink pussycat
>-Pink pussycat
MIKE: Guys, lay off the acid, k?
>-Pink pussycat
TOM: Next time I go to the pet shop, I'm gonna try a pet in, say, a primary
color.
>Where you hiding, puss?
CROW: 'Round back. Oops.
>-Pink pussycat
>I'm gonna get you
TOM: And your little band, too!
>-Pink pussycat
>Meow, meow, meow
>-Pink pussycat
>I'll sleep inside you
CROW: He's lost in the woods and he's going to gut his cat and sleep inside it
to keep warm.
MIKE: Ok, Crow, fine, make dirty jokes.
CROW: Nah. The misconstrued ones're more fun.
>-Pink pussycat
>I'll lick you clean
TOM: Don't cats do that for themselves?
MIKE: You two're hopeless.
>-Pink pussycat
>Gonna mess you up now
CROW: I'd say this song is messed up enough already, thank you...
>-Pink pussycat
>I'm a dog
TOM: So he was looking for the cat as an enemy. He's not even human!
CROW: We already knew he wasn't human. This is Devo here.
>-Pink pussycat
>Bow wow wow
MIKE: So did the singer change species, or is he a bilingual cat?
>-Pink pussycat
>I'm gonna chase you
TOM: It's go time, kitty.
>-Pink pussycat
>I'm gonna catch you
CROW: And then I'm gonna skin you!
>-Pink pussycat
>I'm gonna bite you
TOM: Bite me. No, wait... ow!
>-Pink pussycat
>Tear yer little ears off
CROW: I'm writing to the A.S.P.C.A.!
>-Pink pussycat
>Meow meow meow
>-Pink pussycat
MIKE: Why did I suddenly think of Candy Corn?
>-Pink pussycat
>-Pink pussycat
>-meow meow meow meow...
TOM: His cat has a suspiciously deep voice.
MIKE: That ain't natural.
>-Pink pussycat
>-Pink pussycat
CROW: Look on the bright side. They could be singing about a green walrus or
something.
>-Pink pussycat
>-Pink pussycat
>-Pink pussycat
TOM: Burn in Hell.
>I'm so stroft
CROW: What's a stroft?
>-Pink pussycat
>I'm so stroft, I'm so stroft
>-Pink pussycat
TOM: Even "Weird Al" Yankovic wouldn't touch this song.
>I'm so stroft
>-Pink pussycat
CROW: Well, I guess it *is* pretty hard to come up with stuff that rhymes with
pussycat...
>I'm so stroft
>-Pink pussycat
MIKE: Boo! Hiss...
>I'm so stroft, I'm so stroft
>-Pink pussycat
TOM: They say cats always land on their feet... I saw we drop this one off the
Sears Tower and find out for ourselves.
>I'm so stoft,
>-meow meow meow meow...
CROW: Aw geez, will ya shut up, already?
>-Pink pussycat
>I'm so stroft, I'm so stroft
>-Pink pussycat
MIKE: I leave this to the mercy of Robin Williams.
>I'm so stroft
>-Pink pussycat
TOM: Why do they write 10 seconds of music and stretch it out over 4 minutes?
>I'm so stroft, I'm so stroft
>-Pink pussycat
>Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow
CROW: Man, at least dogs can go 'arf', and 'yip', and 'bark', and 'ruff'...
TOM: Cats are just broken records.
MIKE: Much like this one.
>-Pink pussycat
TOM: I've got this horrible taste in my mouth for some reason.
>SECRET AGENT MAN
CROW: They covered another song? Good riddance.
TOM: Maybe this tape will self-destruct.
>You know I live a life of danger for the FBI
CROW: He probably cleans all of the toilets.
>Keeping tabs on our nation
MIKE: And releasing it back into the wild.
CROW: Wait a sec, this is one of the background vocalists!
TOM: My God, that's the worst voice I've ever heard!
>On the land on the sea in the sky
MIKE: But boy, I don't even *try* to get near Iraq. Whew!
>But every single night before I go to bed
CROW: I put on my jammies and grab my teddy bear.
>I get down on my knees and thank God
TOM: Yeah, thanks a LOT, God!
>I'm a secret agent man
MIKE: Actually, I only do the stunts.
>Secret agent man
CROW: I used to think this song was "Secret Asian Man". It's weird.
>Secret agent man
>They've given me a number
TOM: 24601?
>But they've taken away my name
MIKE: Forget your last name. From now on, you shall simply be known as "Bob1".
TOM: (bad accent) "The name's 1. Bob1."
>I got one hell of a job to perform for the U. S. of A.
CROW: I stand patrol at the Statue of Liberty and shoo away all the dirty
immigrants.
>Got the responsibility of our nation's top security
TOM: I think when he says "nation," he means "minimall".
>But every night and day
CROW: Moon go down, sun come up. Sun go down, moon come up. Me dizzy.
>I salute the flag and say
MIKE: "I pledge allegiance to Queen Fragg, and her mighty state of hysteria..."
>Thank you Jesus 'cause I'm
CROW: Not wearing any pants!
>I'm a secret agent man
TOM: I'd rather have Inspector Gadget, thank you.
CROW: I'd settle for a scarecrow over this loser.
>Secret agent man
MIKE: Secret aging man?
>Secret agent man
TOM: So he must just moonlight as the world's crappiest singer in the world's
crappiest band.
>They've given me a number
CROW: We were on geometry. When'd we go back to first grade arithmetic?
TOM: I think that's far as this one got.
>But they've taken away my name
MIKE: I wish they'd give him another number and take away his microphone.
>[solo]
MIKE: It's a good thing they only play the original version of this song on the
radio, or a lot more truckers would be crashing into buildings.
>You know they got me doin' this doin' that
TOM: Sorry, the other guy already sang that already this album. Next!
>And a little bit of something else
CROW: And I make the coffee.
>Fighting cavities of evil
MIKE: Ooh, he's a secret agent dentist.
CROW: Beware, all communists and plaque-lovers!
>Safe-guarding America's health
TOM: This is hazardous to our health.
CROW: (feigns coughing and choking)
MIKE: Darn Devo miasma.
>But not an afternoon pass
MIKE: That someone doesn't shoot at me.
CROW: I love my job!
>I don't get up off my ass
TOM: Can't stay on the toilet all day, ya know.
>And thank you God
CROW: Almighty, we're free at last!
TOM: What're you talking about? This album's never gonna end. It's our own
private Hell.
>'Cause I'm
TOM: Taking a bubble bath.
>I'm a secret agent man
>Secret agent man
>Secret agent man
CROW: Now, what did you say your profession was, again?
>They've given me a number
>But they've taken away my name
TOM: Not that I could remember it, anyway.
MIKE: Mo... thers... baugh... gaah! Word too big!
>Secret agent man
TOM: And the dreaded sequel, "Son of Secret Agent Man!"
>Secret agent man
CROW: At least this guy isn't playing Bond right now.
TOM: No matter who they get, there's always someone worse, I guess.
>They've given me a number
>But they've taken away my name
CROW: Hey, at least they didn't cover "Sweet Home Alabama."
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End Part 2