Hey, Slash. Whatcha doing?
“I’m at Congress. Like, the one in Washington.”
I see that. Why?
“Y’know how you heard Guns N’ Roses, like, nine times on six different stations during your commute today?”
Yeah.
“I wanna get paid for that.”
That sounds reasonable.
“Right? But it’s the music business, so the reasonable solution is rarely chosen. Never, actually.”
It’s a terrible racket.
“I see what you did there.”
Thank you, Slash.
“And, later on, I’m gonna get the tour that regular people don’t get. The chief of the Capitol Police is a giant fan. He’s gonna take me into the secret tunnels and all that cool shit.”
You used to be scary.
“I was never as scary as Congress.”
True. Hey, man, I’m sorry about this.
“Sorry about what?”
CELL PHONE NOISE
“I should get this.”
Yeah.
…
“Slash here.”
“Slasher! Where top hat?”
“Who is this?”
“Is Kim Jong-Un. Someone steal top hat?”
“No one stole it. I’m just wearing a beanie-type deal today.”
“Hat safe?”
“Yeah. Listen, how did you get this–”
“Slasher and Kim have backstory. We have connection.”
“What is that?”
“We both in Guns. I Buckethead.”
“You are not Buckethead.”
“Yes. I Buckethead. Under bucket? Kim. I Buckethead.”
“He’s like six-and-a-half feet tall.”
“Trick shoes.”
…
“I Buckethead.”
“Okay, I got no idea what’s happening here.”
“Slasher, you familiar with concept of semi-fictionality?
Yikes! more like Parricide City. It would take major effort on my part to not clock Kevin McCarthy in his grill.