Goffik Rockers

     The amphitheatre was crowded, the heat close to the stage almost unbearable. The press of the bodys, the frenzy in the eyes of the crowd... yes, this was going to be a good night.
     Backstage, Leppard was going over the pre-concert checklist once more. When the great Eddie Megahurtz plays, everything has to be just right.... but his stage team, all hand-picked grots, had outdone themselves. "Lights?"
     "Sorrrrted, Mr Leppard Sir.... got some lamps offa dat lemmun russ frum last week" "Speshul effects?"
     "Fidjit fixed up dat inferna kannon reeeel good, Mr Leppard sah!" "Sound?"
     "Dem banshee mask-fings seem to be workin fine, guv'nor" "Audience?"
     "All chained down perfect-like, Mr Leppard sorr. Had a bit of a bovver wif sum of dem marines, but da ogryns fixed em up. No wun will leave before da end of da show"
     Satisfied, Leppard turned back onto the stage, where Eddie Megahurtz was pluggin in his Mark 2 Supa Skreem Noize Masheen (tm). He looked up with a scowl, bearing his fangs, which had been carved with his clan markings.
     "Dey ready for me, Leppard? I feel da kreative jooses FLOWIN!"
     "Absolutely, Mr. Megahurtz.... now you get out there and slay em!" There was a whine as the psi-amps kicked in and the 17 stacks of amplifiers warmed up.
     "Sleigh em? You fink it's Krismas, Leppard?"
     "No, no, Mr Megahurtz.... I meant... give them death!"
     "Deff? I'll give em Deff, Leppard...."

     Sorry... couldn't resist that....
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Goffik Rockers

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