From lemonkid

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Once when I was having a beatbox/rap battle for my soul with the Devil (in return for some golden bling bling) I passed out due to my incredibly long surreal Octagon-ish voodoo rap that I was laying down heavy.. fortunately Whisky was their to slap my hand before I hit the ground, "tapping in" as it were to battle the great lord Lucifer himself.

Since he was the newcomer he chose a disco dance battle which ended up leaving the Morningstar burnt through his shoes and hopelessly tangled from Whisky's robo-moonwalk-a-go-go, which is like a cross between Michael Jackson, C3PO, and the Bee Gees.

I awoke on a pile of bling bling in a time machine heading back to the swinging Sixties. Whisky was frying up a ham sandwich in an iron pan.

Little did I know he'd been hired as a time-assassin by the demon Chronozon and would be using my bling bling to finance his way into a nefarious Illuminati plot to kill the next leader of earth - namely the Mamas and the Papas lead vocalist Mama Cass.

Despite Whisky's use our friendship to use me on this most precarious of missions, I forgave him - not for saving my soul from burning for all eternity, but rather for landing me a date with a nubile young Sissy Spacek.