JF: Countdown to the Program...
Checklist...
TEN!
JF: Your ten fingers reach into the air.
NINE!
JF: You wiggle your nine toes in anticipation.
JL: Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention! They Might Be Giants
have just crash-landed their glass bottom car into the control tower at
Jim Baker International Airport!
EIGHT!
JF: Already you've forgotten what you ate for dinner. A creeping numbness
consumes you.
JL: This just in: the human egg has been sighted plummeting from the sky.
Scientists standing by to assure us that nothing is wrong have already
been found murdered in their laboratories!
SEVEN!
JF: Seven members of the group They Might Be Giants have quit the band over
bitter disagreements about the introduction to tonight's show.
SIX!
JF: You begin to feel six.
JL: Flash! Professor Psychofuckup, arrested and convicted of gate-crashing
the show tonight, has hung himself by his watchband in his prison cell.
He is listed in perfect condition.
FIVE!
JF: Your five senses swell as you realize that history is not being made
tonight. Rather, it is being consumed by a creeping numbness standing
next to you.
FOUR!
JF: No one seems to know what this is for.
JL: Overturned tractor trailers rubbernecking bumper to bumper!
THREE!
JF: Only three seconds remain until They Might Be Giants hits the stage,
over and over again.
TWO!
JF: It's time "two" sit back and make way for the
ONE!
JF: band that can overcome the
ZERO!
JF: in their bank account. I don't mean to be the
NEGATIVE ONE!
JF: but you'd be
NEGATIVE TWO!
JF: if it weren't for the fabulous show you're about to enjoy. Ladies and
gentlemen, make way for They Might Be Giants!
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