Rainbow Rocks: Devil Worship is Magic

“So you see,” The Tour Guide with a gruff voice began. “That is the story of how I realized what it meant to be a woman.” And he stood before his audience proud of his tale. He then realized he revealed the wrong message and quickly corrected himself. “Oh, I mean that’s how Rock and Roll leads to Satanism.”

“Wow Mister Nixon, that was gweat! I pwomise never ever to Wock an’ Woll ever again,” Said the little girl who was all finished with her sucker.”

“Yo um, Mister Nixon, sir?” Asked the upstart teen from before.

“What is it, little hippy?”

“Word dawg, you was talkin’ that flippity flap bizzity but what happened to that Woolie bro?”

Tour Guide Nixon shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t have any clue, sonny. He probably fled back to the barren wastes of Canada and returned to his igloo.”

“Sup nilla scrilla, that sounds really stupid.”

Nixon’s old man jowls flapped down and his face got really serious and he was like “You’re really stupid.” And with one deep breath he straightened himself up and finished off his speech. “And that concludes the end of our tour, please visit us at Silent HIll Tours once again and do us all a big favor and have a nice day. You are guaranteed one if you don’t listen to the rock and roll.”

And so our story comes to a close. The End.