Boots he doth kill them all

A broken down rocker, far past his prime, the glory days long gone .

He wonders from town to town playing every sleezy dive bar and back alley joint that will have him. The crowd of 7 gathers in close, they stair down his bloodshot eyes. Skin looking like a little cigarette. Hey,

It's what he does ,

McRib sammichezzz. Riding his dog faced pony soldier guy

Boots hears the heckles, shrieks, the begging of the plebs "dear God, make it stop!!"

With one last pull of his handle of shine , he looks up , grins

What then? Well....he looked up and satisfied with the chaos he created. He shouted.... " Now my crusts of the very land upon which we stand...my final tune for the night, will be your last.

[Guitar Solo] it's time for the pain my kitties, he pulls out his 357 magnum POP POW POW

TURNS 10 DEGREES...POWPOWPOW

AS THE HIT PATRONS CRAWL IN TREMENDOUS PAIN . He draws his Kitana and slashes , stabs , and kills kills kills!

BOOTS IS DAS KILLA STOOGINSTINE!!