So I was in the Dairy Queen parking lot blasting the shit out of Loverboy’s Get Lucky when someone yelled “Loverboy sucks!”
“Coward! Show yourself!”, I declared.
An old man appeared from the bushes and said “I didn’t fight in Korea for that bullshit.”
I kicked him in the chest and said “that one’s for Mike Reno”. Then I elbow-dropped him on the face. “That one’s for Matt Frenette.”
Then I heard a menacing laugh. Out of the shadows appeared the greatest drummer/songwriter of all time: Neil Peart.
“Well done, Mr. Hawthorne. Well done.”, he told me. “But Loverboy is no match for the true sound of Canada: Rush. Bend the knee. Bow before me and I will make you the fourth member of our group. Together we will rule the airwaves!”
“Fuck no! Loverboy all the way!”, I replied. Then I jumped in my car and sped off through a playground full of children.
“You will join us, Mr. Hawthorne.”, Neil Peart said. “You will join us…”