Day FOURTEEN is saved, thanks to ME via VOICE
[the first thing listeners will notice is that America sounds EXTREMELY relaxed, more so than he's EVER going to be]
Alright, I declare that in celebration of my time period, we should all get down and hang together! It'll be outta sight and afterward everyone can just hang and mellow out, y'know?
[he's slurring a little by this point, but don't mind him] Man, I've been totally spacing out since the wave of mellow started~ feels just like home under my blue skies of far-out liberty, psychedelic freedom, and some serious pursuits of happiness~
War with Russia? Naah, I think when I get home we'll just sit around some fast food and disgusting gross smelly vodka and just chill~ it'll be a blast without the actual blasts of bombs! Then--then, everything will be copacetic~
Y'know, I'll just go right up to him and say, "Hey, Russia, dude, just sock it to me, will ya? What's your problem, man~? You're such a rolly-polly dickhead so square, man! Sit back and chill! Cuba's behind us, right? Right~"
[he laughs a little, but he's so out of it that it's an airy sort of laugh] Oh, but he's already chillin', huh? It's all cold and shit where he lives~ Snow is awesome~
[there's some shifting around, and the LP falls to the floor, but America hasn't noticed; he sighs/groans, his mood sullen'ing a little]
Man, it's hard being a country, y'know? Gotta fight wars, protect your people, deal with stupid England the squares of the world...but hey, war's not gonna stop so I won't stop being the hero! And soon, everyone will be saved by my far out heroism!! [THERE'S the self-absorbed America we all know and love]
Alright, I declare that in celebration of my time period, we should all get down and hang together! It'll be outta sight and afterward everyone can just hang and mellow out, y'know?
[he's slurring a little by this point, but don't mind him] Man, I've been totally spacing out since the wave of mellow started~ feels just like home under my blue skies of far-out liberty, psychedelic freedom, and some serious pursuits of happiness~
War with Russia? Naah, I think when I get home we'll just sit around some fast food and disgusting gross smelly vodka and just chill~ it'll be a blast without the actual blasts of bombs! Then--then, everything will be copacetic~
Y'know, I'll just go right up to him and say, "Hey, Russia, dude, just sock it to me, will ya? What's your problem, man~? You're such a rolly-polly dickhead so square, man! Sit back and chill! Cuba's behind us, right? Right~"
[he laughs a little, but he's so out of it that it's an airy sort of laugh] Oh, but he's already chillin', huh? It's all cold and shit where he lives~ Snow is awesome~
[there's some shifting around, and the LP falls to the floor, but America hasn't noticed; he sighs/groans, his mood sullen'ing a little]
Man, it's hard being a country, y'know? Gotta fight wars, protect your people, deal with stupid England the squares of the world...but hey, war's not gonna stop so I won't stop being the hero! And soon, everyone will be saved by my far out heroism!! [THERE'S the self-absorbed America we all know and love]