Hey, Mickey. Whatcha doing?
“Summer of Drums!”
God, that sounds awful. I didn’t think anything could be worse than the Summer of Skank, but you nailed it.
“You’re very close-minded. Do you know that the word for ‘God’ in many languages is also the word for ‘drum?'”
How many?
“Many.”
Is that new?
“Yes. Or at least I have no memory of it.”
Same thing.
“It’s a djardjar.
No.
“The totemic death-drum of the Gungan tribe of Naboo.”
The movie you’re referencing does not exist.
“By striking the drum’s head, which is made from the smartest goat in the village, you can communicate with the world beyond.”
Have you done this?
“Yes.”
Who have you spoken to?
“Pissed-off gorilla. Flamingo with a broken neck.”
I see the problem: you’ve got your lines crossed. That’s the world beyond for famous animals.
“That’s why Trigger was there.”
Roy Rogers’ Trigger? They stuffed him and put him in a museum.
“Right. Shouldn’t have done that. He walks skinless through the afterlife.”
Jesus, fuck.
“Yeah. He says it hurts.”
Probably.
Jeeezus Christ…
Apparently now the rider consists mainly of very small water bottles – a grudging acknowledgment of the importance of hydration, I suppose – and Sri Racha…
RamRod came up with the Sriracha drum seasoning, no? “You wait, this is gonna get be Big….then not so Big, in fact, somewhat scorned upon”