Tonight, someone slips me a mickey--and while I'm unconscious, that eeeeeevil mofo is going to pour his insidious sap right into your cortex! And there is nothing you can do about it--nothing but suck it up like a Yeti and accept it, and let your poor, spasming brain THRASH. Because Doktor Overlord Destructmotron is in the house tonight, and I am unable to stop the juggernaut of his sonic assault. Take it from me, once your brain starts centrifuging in your skull, those clots of ruptured grey matter fly EVERYWHERE. This is the perfect SubGenius soundtrack for when the flaming hell starts raining down from the skies.