It’s what’s on the inside that counts. Is that so? Let’s open you up and look at your damaged organs, fatty.

You’re doing great! Don’t let the spotlight distract you. It’s just a heart attack. A hydraulic press crushing your sternum, making it hard to breath. I’m going to count off this first track to the tempo of “Staying Alive”. Did you run a sound check on your arteries so we can hear them screaming as the plaque fortifies for the encore? No? It’s cool. We’ve got a great front of house sound guy that will mix it live. Hell! We can make it a live album! We can call it “Dead at the Pizza Inn in the Key of Flatlining”. It could be your greatest work yet. It’s sure to beat out Billie Eilish for the Grammy.