Eins. No it couldn't. Zwei. It was too much to hope. Drei. Could it...could it really be? Fier. Bieber was too strong. Funf. Even Hendrix and Zeppelin together could only break even. Sechs. It seemed hopeless. Sieben. But surely that wasn't too much to hope for. Acht. A great rumbling began. Neun. The very air itself trembled. Aus. And Rammstein exploded on to the scene, each of its six members bearing the mark of the fire-breathing flamingo.
The sheer metal of their music would have been too much for Bieber to handle alone, the bass of their highest note bordering on the subsonic, but their flamingoes flamed to life, joining in with a burning passion. Bieber cried out in pain. It was too much to handle. Zeppelin and Hendrix and AC/DC and Rammstein blasted the kind of awesome only they could. And their flamingoes all swarmed around Bieber, countering his suck, leaving the bands free to blast him full of kick-ass and awesome.
And as Grant watched from the sidelines, he remembered something. "Shit!" he exclaimed. "I still need to go get my keyboard."
The sheer metal of their music would have been too much for Bieber to handle alone, the bass of their highest note bordering on the subsonic, but their flamingoes flamed to life, joining in with a burning passion. Bieber cried out in pain. It was too much to handle. Zeppelin and Hendrix and AC/DC and Rammstein blasted the kind of awesome only they could. And their flamingoes all swarmed around Bieber, countering his suck, leaving the bands free to blast him full of kick-ass and awesome.
And as Grant watched from the sidelines, he remembered something. "Shit!" he exclaimed. "I still need to go get my keyboard."