” I have a friend called Teddy Picker who is the only one who knows about the bad thing that I did behind those old yellow bricks with my girlfriend, cigarette smoker Fiona. I told her, 'I bet you look good on the dancefloor' and she said she'd show me when the sun goes down with the gang from the balaclava who tell fake tales of san fransisco. So we met up at the cornerstone which is behind the secret door and I asked her if this was a certain romance and if she'd still take me home. She didn't say anything but, got on her dancing shoes and my propeller started spinning. Some sketchead said, 'Do me a favour? Tell your bird to meet me at 505 where I'll be crying lightning over her all night.' I told him not mess with me and the boys because we were dangerous animals who turn this thing into a brianstorm. “
