Rock of Ages Page #4
-That game's too bloody surreal anyway.
-Ugh!
Dennis, did you just sigh audibly? Why?
Taxes. They're so un-rock 'n' roll.
Cheer up, mate. You still got
the twisted sisters of piety outside...
...all flustered and worked up,
so we must be doing something right, eh?
Well, at least we have
But that means our whole existence
Stacee Jaxx, the most unreliable man
in the music industry?
A man who blew off the halftime show
at the Super Bowl...
to sew up Debbie Harry's vagina?
Please stop.
-The Satanists wouldn't even do that.
-You're not helping.
Why would the devil close vaginas?
No one's qualified to do that.
Hand me the phone.
Let's do a telethon, because this might
work better than your Stacee Jaxx idea.
Shut it!
I'm calling Stacee's manager, Paul Gill.
-Ahem. Speak.
-Hello, Paul? It's Dennis Dupree.
Dennis. What's up, brother man?
Oh, I was just calling to check in
and see if we're still on for Friday.
Of course we are. Arsenal's last show.
We're kicking off Stacee's
solo press tour there.
Rolling Stone just confirmed.
They would like to interview him
on the premises, okay?
-What did he say?
-He told me to turn off the radio.
-So turn it off.
-The radio in his head!
-Calm down!
-Oh, God.
Paul?
-Paul?
-Oh, crap. Yeah, sorry, man.
Yeah. Is Stacee okay?
Stacee?
He's fantastic. I'm looking at him
right now. He's waving hello.
Yes, I'm talking to Dennis.
Oh-ho. He just flipped me off.
Same old Stacee. Right?
Okay, l gotta dash.
I'll talk to you Friday, babe, okay?
Stacee! Stacee! Stacee!
Put something on, man.
Banzai.
Jesus.
Stacee?
I didn't know you had a twin.
I don't.
Stacee.
You need to go on stage, man.
I am on stage, Paul.
Sh*t.
Take a good look, ladies.
Take a hard...
...good, long...
...hard...
...look.
This man, this man is responsible
for so much filth.
He's Satan.
She is an extraordinary woman.
Such a beacon of courage.
He's like a machine
-Sex...
-Oh!
-...hateful music...
-Yes.
...and...
...sex!
Can you come take some dictation
for me in the parish office, Ms. Hoyt?
Of course, sir.
My son ate the head of my neighbor's
Ugh. Well, his filthy little hateful music...
...sex ride is over.
-Gotta stop!
-Yes.
And we're the ones who are gonna do it.
Well, you're a real tough cookie
With a long history
Like the one in me
That's okay
Let's see how you do it
Put up your dukes
Let's get down to it
Hit me with your best shot
Why don't you hit me
With your best shot?
Hit me with your best shot
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