"Thanks Alien. That there jukebox has now gone and shown some o' the worst ever versions of that song. But not the worst..."
Frank stands in front of a spotlight shining through the murky smoky soup of the bar's atmosphere. He fits a pair of glasses over your eyes that quadruples the image in a diamond formation.
"Is this the real life?
Is this just toiletries?
Caught in landslide.
No escape from these farts, I see.
Open you flies,
Look up to the skies
and peeeeee
I'm just a poor boy,
I need no sympathy,
Because its easy come, easy go.
Little high, little low.
Any way the wind blows,
Doesn't really matter,
To peeeeEEEEE!
To pee....."
Frank chuckles to himself as he goes up to the bar "You sell any popcorn? Ah'm makin' my way ta the movie house ta watch a flick".