Roy G. Biv's INFERNAL RACKET!

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The Scene behind Mayhem Industries
A few words about the RACKET, from passers by on the streets of Palookasburgh
I found these guys doing a show by the dumpster, behind the office building owned by my employer....
well actually, they were kinda living behind the dumpster at the time
My boss, Mr. Roy G. Biv , asked me to remove them from the premises. I saw them quickly pull dingy instruments from the garbage heap, as i rounded the corner. When I started to ask them to vacate the grounds, they claimed they were doing a show.
They claimed my authoritarian attitude was just right for them, and before I knew it they drafted me as their new manager.
it was a bit of a stretch for me at first. I mean these guys wanted me, Cliptin Staccato; a former private Dick turned Security Consultant, to be their road manager
Who was I to argue with their logic?
I obliged them
Grudgingly,
Cliptin Staccato
These guys scared me when they first came up to me. I thought they were going to bum spare change from me. When they started singing, I ran away...but they caught me, and forced me to listen to this earsplitting noise. I am just glad they tired themselves out, so I could escape.
I hope to never work with them again.
Freddy De'Cordova
Its true, back before i became the word on the streets in the great nation of Toledo, I useta hold down a job at the dumpster working the door (we in the business called it a hatch). anyways, these dudes were foul, i seen um beat down many for 40s, some for half eaten corndogs and what not. These dudes dont talk it, they live it. I remember the one day the trash can owner threatened to lock the hatch if these dudes ever played again.
But what do dumpster owners know anyway.... I told the owner to go back to doing blow, and serving underage chicks, and let the dumpster agent do the booking, and let me do my hatch job. I moved shortly after and have heard the dumpster has changed ownership and now its really gone downhill since.
Man that does bring back memories. I useta get mad love in the Dj booth! but thats another story.
HaBitAt