Perhaps when we feel we are once again at our peak of skill, we should perform a rather overdue reunion tour of sorts. I hear the Durr-T Hip-E system still holds a festival every June in our honor. It would be a shame to disappoint our loyal fan base.
Unfortunately, at our age, it does take considerably longer to arrive at a professional level of performance than it once did. And although Qui-Gon is a master word smith when it comes to the lyrics, I however, now take a bit more time to come up with just the right sound for our new songs. I feel like something is missing.
It was then that a young gentleman who has wanted to kill me by the name of Anakin Skywalker appeared on our front door late one evening.
“Oh dear, I suppose you want the other hand chopped off now?” I asked rather coyly.
“No, no. Check it. I hear youz guys are getting the band back together and spit. So I hads ta speed on over here with my instrument. C’mon! I always wanted to be inna band. Let me join, man. I’ll make it worth yours while.”
“I’m afraid this isn’t a rap band, my young Jedi hooligan.”
“Shuh! I knows that. I gots my instrument right here.”
Oh dear. Maybe I should have cut off his lips instead.