Six-String Samurai

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You're listening to K-LOST,

home of the apocalypse.

The call-in question of the day

is "Who will be the new King?"

I'm sending in an ICBM

across the wasteland

for all of you

on the yellow brick road to Vegas

looking for a hero.

If you find one,

send him my way, baby !

David!

What?

Float away, little butterfly,

just flutter away...

I got a gig in Vegas.

And the wastelands

ain't no place for kids !

He's still there...

Cross that line, kid,

I'll cut your little

teddy bear in half !

Last kid that crossed that line,

I had to summon up the Spinach

Monster with my rock'n'roll magic.

Spinach monster grabbed him,

pulled him underground,

made him eat spinach all day.

Rumour has it, kid...

He's still there...

Alright boys,

we kill him now or later ?

- Kill him now...

- Later ?

No, we'd better wait till he's drunk...

Nice shoes...

Don't touch my guitar, man.

Don't even touch it.

Hollow body six-string...

1957 !

A good year...

See those cats over there ?

Those cats are King material...

going all the way to Vegas !

The only one going

to Vegas around here is me.

I know your type, buddy...

You ain't going to Vegas !

Where you go,

Death follows

like a blown out '52 Plymouth !

Top Hat's put a big price

on that guitar, buddy !

But maybe you give it to us...

We forget we ever saw you...

Come on guys,

pulling night isn't till Tuesday...

Who are you foolin' ?

Maybe you were good once...

What are you looking at ?

But now, everybody knows

you're just a washed up rocker,

who can't tell a six-string

from a shot glass.

You're probably

not even worth killing...

but maybe we kill you anyway !

Nice tuxedo...

Nice tuxedo to die in !

Nobody messes with the Pinpals and

gets away with it ! Nobody !

Yeah... nobody !

Pick up the spare...

Should've waited

till I was drunk, Gutterball.

I don't think he's drunk yet...

Nice car...

Thanks.

Tag !

You're it !

You gotta be kidding ?

Well ? What are you waiting for ?

Damn !

Guess it's not my day...

You're it !

Beware the Spinach Monster.

See you in hell, boy !

It was him !

He was here...

They were my best bowlers.

The one with the four eyes

will be hard to defeat.

What's the matter, comrade Death ?

You...

I asked you

to kill one simple guitarist,

and what do I get ?

Dead bald guys...

You four have failed me for the last -

Nice shoes...

Another caller, can you dig it ?

We're rockin'n'rollin

ourselves to death !

Yeah, Werewolf ? I just saw death

and he's looking for your number !

Well you just tell

that dark ugly dude

that my number is

555-Unlisted, baby !

Not bad...

ENTERING NEVADA BADLAND

Thanks for the ride, kid !

Here we go, you're on

the air with the Werewolf

the topic is...

Who will be

the next king of rock'n'roll ?

Here's one for all

the hopeless romantics,

abandoned and broken hearted

down-and-outs

choking up

that highway to love, baby !

Swell...

Listen up, baby,

for a word from our sponsors

Are you a busy rock warrior ?

Are you constantly plagued

by small annoying animals on the path?

Call us to round up all your stray cats,

dogs and other furry creatures...

Can you dig it?

Sounds like we need a ratchet,

stray cat.

Fire !

Why, Arriette !

Look who's come to dinner !

Why, it's Wally Fishbinder

and his little boy Jed...

How the hell are you boy ?

So I suppose you don't have

a ratchet in that bag, right ?

How the hell are you boy ?

You've finished paying off

that new Plymouth of yours ?

I tell ya,

I sure hope to hell you didn't

go to one of those boys on the lot !

They see you coming

a mile away,

ready to eat you alive !

Those Plymouth dealers will

tell you they're cutting you a break,

when all they're doing is just

fattening you up for the slaughter !

All little Rusty can talk about

is riding in the

Fishbinder's new Studebaker!

Oh my, Jeddy, you're just

a little weed is what you are !

You just get plumper

every time we see you !

Come up here sweetie !

You ever try a pink golf ball Wally ?

Why, the wind shear

alone on a pink golf ball

can take the head

clean off a 90 lb midget

at over 300 yards...

So, you don't have a ratchet.

Can I get you anything ?

Some coffee ?

Would you like some candy ?

Here would you like some candy ?

Can I get you anything at all ?

Here, have some candy !

Don't you think

this is a nice family, kid ?

Look, they're a little strange but

they're better than what's outside...

Rusty's been looking for a new

third base man ! You play, Jedd ?

Have some candy...

Here you are !

It'll put some meat

on your bones, slugger!

- Bye Bye !

- Bye Bye...

He looks nice and marinated, dear...

Slice me off a thigh, honey bunch !

Windmill People !

I hate those guys...

Phooey ! No breakfast again...

Aha! Ratchet...

Nice kitty...

Hurry daddy, the wind's picking up !

Hurry daddy, they're getting closer !

Hurry home Jedd,

or you'll be late for school !

Watch your back buddy,

there's a storm coming in !

What are you looking at ?

You look up at the sky,

you look down at the ground,

but you don't look

at me, kid ! Got it ?

And don't think this means we're

still together kid, cause we're not...

..tell me about the new King!

This is Death...

Hello ?

I'd like to make

a dedication, please ?

Yeah, yeah, go ahead baby,

you're connected with the Wolf !

To all the rock'n'rollers out there

whose guitar picks shall litter my

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