MAGNETS
Well, looks like it's getting kind of late around here. Everybody's packing up and leaving. There go the editors-guess they're gonna go skydiving in the Bahamas again. Man, I'd kill to get one-tenth of their salaries! There goes the art department.
MAGNETS
Well, looks like it's getting kind of late around here. Everybody's packing up and leaving.
There go the editors-guess they're gonna go skydiving in the Bahamas again. Man, I'd kill to get one-tenth of their salaries! There goes the art department. Jeez-now they've got a fleet of BMW's? If only I could...Oh, what's the use?
Great. There go the secretaries. Looks like they're getting sent to Brazil this week-what's the matter, they have a bad time in Acapulco last week? Guess I'm the only guy left. And I gotta sweep the floors. Hmm...the Editor's office. Think I'll fix myself a drink. Wonder what kind of scotch he's got?
Oh my God.
Heck, he'll never notice. Delivery day's tomorrow, anyway. A case a week? That lucky jerk.
Hey. what's this on his desk? Looks like a bunch of stories or something! Hmm .1 wonder who they're about? Let's see: RATT? BON JOVI? THE ROOTS OF BLACK METAL? THE SCORPIONS LIVE BEHIND THE IRON CURTAIN-A REVIEW BY METAL'S OWN JOANNE CARNEGIE? AGENT STEEL? DISCHARGE? LOUDNESS? SAXON?