[ Voice Post. ]
[Sometime early that day, not long after things have returned to normal, the people of the not-so-peaceful World’s End wake up to that southern brogue belonging to Alexander Wolfgang. There’re a couple of test tunes being played and then a sudden, insanely cheerful voice while he plays some mock-background music all the while with what seems to be guitar noises.]
Gooooood mornin’, chit’lins! Welcome to a new day in the locality! Hope y’all havin’ a good time after your trip to Munchkin Land. Dunno ‘bout y’all, but I’ve had days that’re stranger. Well.
Things have been tough, frustrating, and confusin’ as shit. All the more reason to lighten up a bit! ...‘kay, that rhyme was unintentional. M’sorry again. On that friendly note, I’ve been workin’ on a lil’ somethin’ to share to lighten’ the mood a bit. Just, ‘cause, y’know, I care ‘bout you all so much. Plus, you can imagine how a guy can only do so much with his time, yeah?
Well, folks, this’s one I’d like to call an oldie but goodie. Fixed it up myself. Enjoy.
[A final little strum! Sounds like someone’s been practicing.
The singing isn’t too bad; it’s mediocre at best. Although it seems more as if he’s just doing this for laughs than anything else. Finally, once the actual tune starts to catch up it should become somewhat obvious to some people as to what is now to come.]
“Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned back upside down,
And how ‘bout we take a minute
Just sit ‘round the bend,
I’ll tell you how I became the idiot of a town called World’s End.”
[Insert an all too familiar solo strumming here before the singing picks up again. The continued rapping in his tone of voice sounds to be a joke in and of itself, but he’s too shameless to care.]
“In south Louisiana born and raised,
In the junkyard was where I spent most of my days,
Chillin’ out maxin’ chasin’ the dragon
And all shootin up some morphine with the welcome wagon,
When a couple of gods
Who were up to no good
Startin’ plottin’ panty raids in my neighborhood.
They got in one little tiff and Atra got bent,
Ihy said ‘We’re movin’ a junkie and not a wizard out in World’s End!’
“I begged and pleaded with them day after day
But Ihy kicked me in the ass and sent me on my way
They showed be a fist and then they gave me my ticket
Donned on my cloak and hat and said ‘Might as well fuckit.’
“En masse, yo this’s bad!
Chased by zombies and now I’m real fuckin’ mad!
Is this what the people of World’s End living like?
Jeeeeesus, this shit just ain’t right!
“But wait, I hear there’re pissy, angels and all that.
Is World’s End the type of place they send this steck at?
I can’t think, so
Pray I never get there,
Hope to make my amends, before the town of World’s End.
“Well, uh, the forest I got lost in, I didn’t come out,
There was this dude who snuck up when I was gettin’ my business out.
I ain’t tryin’ to get wasted,
Hell, I just got here!
I zipped with the quickness like lightening, and I despaired.
“I screamed at the skies and when it became clear,
He’s rollin’ ‘round laughin’ and my home in Core was nowhere near.
If anything I can say that this shit is rare,
But one guy thought, ‘Now forget it-yo home to Zelda’s Lair!’
“I’m thrown in the basement of a house ‘bout seven or eight,
And I yelled back at the steck, ‘No tomes, send me back later!’
As I flipped off my prison
I hope not to offend,
‘Cause it’s real fuckin’ shitty to be here in the town of World’s End.”
[The guitar continues on and on for at least half a minute before it eventually fades out.]
Gooooood mornin’, chit’lins! Welcome to a new day in the locality! Hope y’all havin’ a good time after your trip to Munchkin Land. Dunno ‘bout y’all, but I’ve had days that’re stranger. Well.
Things have been tough, frustrating, and confusin’ as shit. All the more reason to lighten up a bit! ...‘kay, that rhyme was unintentional. M’sorry again. On that friendly note, I’ve been workin’ on a lil’ somethin’ to share to lighten’ the mood a bit. Just, ‘cause, y’know, I care ‘bout you all so much. Plus, you can imagine how a guy can only do so much with his time, yeah?
Well, folks, this’s one I’d like to call an oldie but goodie. Fixed it up myself. Enjoy.
[A final little strum! Sounds like someone’s been practicing.
The singing isn’t too bad; it’s mediocre at best. Although it seems more as if he’s just doing this for laughs than anything else. Finally, once the actual tune starts to catch up it should become somewhat obvious to some people as to what is now to come.]
“Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned back upside down,
And how ‘bout we take a minute
Just sit ‘round the bend,
I’ll tell you how I became the idiot of a town called World’s End.”
[Insert an all too familiar solo strumming here before the singing picks up again. The continued rapping in his tone of voice sounds to be a joke in and of itself, but he’s too shameless to care.]
“In south Louisiana born and raised,
In the junkyard was where I spent most of my days,
Chillin’ out maxin’ chasin’ the dragon
And all shootin up some morphine with the welcome wagon,
When a couple of gods
Who were up to no good
Startin’ plottin’ panty raids in my neighborhood.
They got in one little tiff and Atra got bent,
Ihy said ‘We’re movin’ a junkie and not a wizard out in World’s End!’
“I begged and pleaded with them day after day
But Ihy kicked me in the ass and sent me on my way
They showed be a fist and then they gave me my ticket
Donned on my cloak and hat and said ‘Might as well fuckit.’
“En masse, yo this’s bad!
Chased by zombies and now I’m real fuckin’ mad!
Is this what the people of World’s End living like?
Jeeeeesus, this shit just ain’t right!
“But wait, I hear there’re pissy, angels and all that.
Is World’s End the type of place they send this steck at?
I can’t think, so
Pray I never get there,
Hope to make my amends, before the town of World’s End.
“Well, uh, the forest I got lost in, I didn’t come out,
There was this dude who snuck up when I was gettin’ my business out.
I ain’t tryin’ to get wasted,
Hell, I just got here!
I zipped with the quickness like lightening, and I despaired.
“I screamed at the skies and when it became clear,
He’s rollin’ ‘round laughin’ and my home in Core was nowhere near.
If anything I can say that this shit is rare,
But one guy thought, ‘Now forget it-yo home to Zelda’s Lair!’
“I’m thrown in the basement of a house ‘bout seven or eight,
And I yelled back at the steck, ‘No tomes, send me back later!’
As I flipped off my prison
I hope not to offend,
‘Cause it’s real fuckin’ shitty to be here in the town of World’s End.”
[The guitar continues on and on for at least half a minute before it eventually fades out.]