Kidnapper: We have your bandmember
Paul: which one
Kidnapper: The long haired one
Paul: gotta be more specific
Kidnapper: The guitar one
Paul: more specific
Kidnapper, getting annoyed: the one who tried to set us on fire
Paul:
Paul: more specific
Kidnapper: oh lord, the blonde one!
Paul:
Paul: you have seen our lineup, right?
Kidnapper: *screams*
Paul: did you really not get a name
Kidnapper: It wasn't important! Listen, ok, just give us what we want an-
[Henchman walks in]
Henchman: uhhh boss?
Kidnapper: what do you WANT
Henchman: the uhhh music guy got away
Kidnapper:
Kidnapper: what do you MEAN he got AWAY
Henchman: he knew how to make molotov cocktails
Kidnapper:
Kidnapper: *slams head on table*
Paul: listen, this has been fun, but I gotta make a phone call
Kidnapper: wai-
*Paul hangs up the phone and dials a new number*
Paul: Chris, you there?
Chris: hey boss, can't talk! driving a stolen car down 75! i'll see you at rehearsal tomor-
Paul: *hangs up the phone*














