"GET READY TO ROCK
OUT!" You shout, "TO THE STYLINGS OF… ALGONQUIAN TUMOR BIIIIIIKE!!!"
There's a huge flash of lighting, and the stage shakes with thunder! The
entire crowd takes a giant… step… back.
You turn and give 'Ruggy' two big thumbs up and a stupid grin of thanks
for his eerily swift help with the special effects, but he's just
looking up, up, up, and thought you'd have thought it impossible, he's
turned an even sicklier green than he originally was. So, you look up to
and see...
THE GHOSTS OF
DOROTHY PARKER AND GEORGE S. KAUFMAN, essayist and playwright who
once wrote for the Marx Bothers and… and… Harold Ross, legendary editor
of 'The New Yorker' magazine and… and… a couple of other dudes who were
in a little social club called THE ALGONQUIN ROUND TABLE!
And they look kind of steamed.
You try to explain to them you said 'AlgonQUIAN' not 'Algonquin' and
that with the addition of the word 'Tumor' and 'Bike' you were just
sending up the kind of random disassociation heavy metal is famous for,
but these fabulously erudite ghosts don't care, and ironically whereas
in life they were famed for their acid with and brutal sarcasm, in death
they just like to pound people to paste with their ginormous ghost
fists.
