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| Episode 6: The Funny Farm |
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| �2001 by Rebecca J. Burke & Hashbrown Casserole for the Matchbox Twenty Soul, Inc. |
| "I�m driving a clown car,� Rob said to himself, careful not to deviate attention from the road. Realizing it was a huge mistake undertaking the transportation of Adam to the rehabilitation facility, Rob vowed to hire a driver for the return trip. �Would anyone like the radio on?� he asked the group of pissed peoples. Not getting any sort of reply from anyone, Rob turned the radio on anyway, and found his favorite pop/rock station. �Okay then, but *I* think I�m going to enjoy this little drive.� As the time passed and the music played on, the group remained silent, but their anger lessened. As it approached late afternoon, and the passing road signs informed them that they were only 5 miles from their destination, suddenly the quintet was treated to a surprise. �HEY! And welcome back to WXJD�s Afternoon In The Country Show! Now, by request, here�s matchbox twenty!� the radio disc jockey exclaimed, as the opening riffs of �Bent� poured over the airwaves. �Whoa! It�s us!� Rob said, and turned up the music loudly, feeling like things were going to be okay after all. He started tapping the steering wheel, and got ready to sing along to himself, when the Incident began. Kyle, still slightly high from his �Mad Season� score, perked up at the sound of his own Les Paul guitar. �OH KICK ASS!� he yelled, and started to get his groove on, much to the dismay of Paul, who was right in the way of it all. �Will you calm the fuck down, Monkey Ass?� Paul said, moving out of the way of a flailing arm. �Bite me, baby!� Kyle replied, and continued to dance like an Elaine. �If I fall along the way, pick me up and dust me off,� Rob sang, pouring his heart into it. �And if I get too tired to make it, be my breath so I can walk.� (Little did he know that women swooned everywhere in the 100-mile radius.) �This song sucks,� Adam grumpily said, uncrossing and re-crossing his arms and pulling on his paper hat again. Pushing Kyle�s bopping head out of the way again, Paul replied, �It�s us, dumbass!� �Well�still!� �I�m surrounded by IDIOTS!� Paul cried defending himself from Kyle�s atrocious dancing. Not paying attention to the road anymore, Rob continued, �And if my smile gets old and faded, wait around I�ll smile again.� �YES! Here it comes!� Kyle yelled, referring to his intro into the chorus, and he started to slap his legs in anticipation. �Easy there, turbo!� Paul shrieked, as he was hit. �I�m so scared that I never get put back together, keep breaking me in, and this is how we will end, with you and me�bent!� �Oh yeah, wail it Kyle, sing it Kyle, do it for me Kyle!� Kyle said in a suggestive tone, bouncing up and down in time to the rhythm. Paul was not amused, but he was very bruised, �Don�t make me kick your ass! I can do it!� �Kick me, beat me, just please don�t change the song!� Kyle exclaimed, as he hit Paul again by accident. �I started out clean but I�m jaded, just phoning it in, just breaking the skin!� Rob crooned, swerving on the road and paying no attention at all to what he was doing. |