You grab the mic and
then throw your other fist up into the air as you announce to the crowd,
"Ladies and gentlemen who were born with the power of metal in their
LOINS... we are the band you have been waiting for your entire lives. We
are the band you wish you could be a part of. We are... THE ROBO HOSE
NIPPLES!"
At first, the crowd
reacts with many decorated exclamations such as, "FUCK YEAH, THAT
NAME RULES!", "YOU ARE MY NEW METAL GODS!" and "HEY,
SOMEBODY STOLE MY FUCKING WALLET!"
You're about to start
playing your first song when an odd looking fan hops up on stage.
"Holy shit! That's no
ordinary metal fan, that's a robo hose nipple!" you exclaim.
"Actually," the robot
responds, "I'm a robo spigot nipple."
"Oh, well... sorry, but
that would've been a stupid band name. I mean, Robo Hose Nipple just has
a catchy ring to it, but Robo Spigot Nipple? That's gotta be the worst
thing I've ever heard in my life!" you say as you try to contain your
laughter.
"Worst thing? My master
gave me this name. My master was a very wise hu-man."
"Sounds like your
master was a jerk! A BIG FAT JERK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" you respond
and then grab the mic again, "HEY EVERYBODY! THIS ROBOT HERE THINKS ROBO
SPIGOT NIPPLE IS A COOL NAME! HAHAHAHAH, CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT SHIT!?"
The entire crowd starts
laughing their asses off at this sad bespigoted robot. Oh yes, they have a
nice hearty laugh with you at the expense of the robo spigot nipple...
that is, until he gets angry and goes into BERSERK-MODE.
Who would've guessed
that those spigots could douse the entire band and audience in flames
instead of cooling waters? I guess when you're dealing with a robo
spigot nipple, all logic and reason is thrown right out the window.
So, the robo spigot
nipple continues his fiery rampage until you and everybody else in the
audience are burned to a crisp. This massive inferno makes a Great
White concert look like a trip to a water park.
