Sound out.
Greetings from the soundstage of terusdanorf girundolph huzzah. Can you hear me out there? Are you sure? Testing, testing... Oh, the trials and tribulations of interstellar tours! And who knows them better than Big Green , right? We know them all, like the backs of our hands. (Hmmmm.... never noticed that mole before. Better get that looked at. And when did I bark that knuckle?) We've grappled with irate, drunken crowds, ill-tempered club owners with six (or even seven) heads, venues that had no air or gravity (had to write those into our contracts - live and learn!), Frankenstein-like bouncers, galaxy collisions in the middle of the second set - we've been there, damnit. And if you include sFshzenKlyrn 's experiences, we're talking about every bad gig back to the big bang (which, I believe, was the name of the Rolling Stones' 1971 tour, wasn't it?) or even further. The big crunch, even. One of those. Anyway... what was I saying? Oh, yeah. Difficult interstellar...