Scottish brogues are comedy gold!

Aye, tha they are. I already kind of envisioned Dublin as a wee hairy version of the dad from So I Married An Axe Murderer...Heeed! Puppeh chow! Now! Heeeeed! Move if ye ken, haulin that gargantuan cranium aboot... And then you went and brought that to life and it's even funnier. This has to be my favorite line " Is there a craiture on God's good earth that's not scribbled on tha lad, that'd what I'd like to know." So much love. And for some reason, when I read Mr. Sixx's dialogue, he sounds like Leonard Nimoy in my head. Oh, and the Fuller bit with the delusions of grandeur is bloody brilliant. I can totally picture SMGF slipping into a hidden passageway behind a bookcase in order to descend to his underground lair beneath 19Evil, a la the Batcave...the Idolcave? This is of course where he devises his sooper sekrit plans for world domination. And Uncle Nigel is his Albert. And he has a bright red Idolphone to take emergency calls from Cook and Carrie and Daughtry. And the Archies of course are still firebombing, because a ceasefire is not an option... Yeah, so I really enjoyed it.

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