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You realize what this means, right?
Perfectly respectable young protazoans are going to leave their families, telling their parents that they are going to be in a rock band, that they are going to get rich, fly in a private jet, and split with a bunch of beautiful groupies. They will go to the pond and wiggle their flagellae while doing all sorts of wretched and indecent things with the local women. STOP THE MADNESS BEFORE IT STARTS PEOPLE. The last thing we need is cellular DEVIL MUSIC. |
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