Authors Note/Disclaimer: Don't own WAs 3 or the songs Eat It by Weird Al and Heathaze by Genesis.
In case you're wondering, Rush, Starship and Genesis are three of my favorite bands. ^_^ I just ADORE Phil Collins' voice.
Chapter 9- Eat It
Once the stage had been cleaned off, Von promptly drew the next name. "Hey, looks like a resident of our town will be singing for us next. Give it up for Mock!"
There was polite applause from the crowd as the young boy stepped up to the stage. Taking the microphone, he turned and waved to the crowd.
"Heya!" he greeted with a wave and started to sing.
How come you're always such a fussy young man?
Don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raison Bran
Well, don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan
So eat it, just eat it
Don't want to argue, I don't want to debate
Don't want to hear about what kind of food you hate
You won't get no dessert 'till you clean off your plate
So eat it
Don't you tell me you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it, ooh
Your table manners are some cryin' shame
You're playin' with your food, this ain't some kind of game
Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame
So eat it, just eat it
You better listen, better do what you're told
You haven't even touched your tuna casserole
You better chow down or it's gonna get cold
So eat it
I don't care if you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Open up your mouth and feed it
Have some more yogurt, have some more spam
It doesn't matter it it's fresh or tanned
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
If it's gettin' cold, reheat it
Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don't like it, you can't send it back
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord)
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it (oh no)
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
There was a cat call from the audience as Mock wrapped up. "If you wanted something to eat, you could have helped clean the stage!" There was a short burst of laughter as Mock took an exaggerated bow and hopped off the stage.
"You know," said Von once Mock was gone, "we should do something different to select a name this time, and I already have an idea. Are there any sharpshooters in the crowd?"
"Oh, my daddy is!" chirped Kaitlyn.
"Yeah, go for it Clive!" added Virginia. Clive shrugged and walked up onto the stage.
"What would you like me to do?" he asked once he was there. Von didn't reply right away as he pulled three slips of paper from the box and turned to Lombardia.
"Would you be so kind as to take these and fly up over there? When I wave, you can drop them, okay?" The dragon nodded and accepted the scraps of paper, flying up to where Von had indicated. Then Von turned back to Clive. "Now, when she drops them, can I ask you to shoot one? Whoever's name is on it will be our next singer."
Clive chucked and agreed. Von waved to the Lombardia and she dropped the papers. Quickly aiming his rifle, Clive focused and, using Lock On, neatly sniped the corner off one of the falling scraps.
Their jobs done, Clive and Lombardia returned to their places as Von retrieved the fallen papers. Unfolding the one with the corner shot off, he read it to the crowd. "Neil, you're next!"
Virginia waved to her friend as he took to the stage, accepted the microphone and started to sing.
No cloud, a sleepy calm,
Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze,
And trees with rustling leaves,
Only endless days without a care,
Nothing must be done.
Silent as a day can be,
Far-off sounds of others on their chosen run
As they do all those things they feel give life some meaning,
Even if they're dull.
It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere.
The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereas
The trees will lose their withered leaves,
I just can't seem to let them loose.
And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south.
Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
Now the light is fading fast,
Chances slip away, a time will come to pass
When there'll be none,
Then addicted to a perfumed poison,
Betrayed by its aftertaste,
Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return.
Many are the substitutes but they're powerless on their own.
Beware the fisherman who's casting out his line
Into a dried up river bed,
But don't try to tell him 'cos he won't believe you.
Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way.
I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereas
The trees will lose their withered leaves,
I just can't seem to let them loose.
And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south.
I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
The soothing sound of the song had nearly lulled everyone to sleep, so Lombardia offered her services as an alarm clock. The dragon's roar woke up the sleepy crowd. There was a rather embarrased round of applause as Neil left the stage.
In case you're wondering, Rush, Starship and Genesis are three of my favorite bands. ^_^ I just ADORE Phil Collins' voice.
Chapter 9- Eat It
Once the stage had been cleaned off, Von promptly drew the next name. "Hey, looks like a resident of our town will be singing for us next. Give it up for Mock!"
There was polite applause from the crowd as the young boy stepped up to the stage. Taking the microphone, he turned and waved to the crowd.
"Heya!" he greeted with a wave and started to sing.
How come you're always such a fussy young man?
Don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raison Bran
Well, don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan
So eat it, just eat it
Don't want to argue, I don't want to debate
Don't want to hear about what kind of food you hate
You won't get no dessert 'till you clean off your plate
So eat it
Don't you tell me you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it, ooh
Your table manners are some cryin' shame
You're playin' with your food, this ain't some kind of game
Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame
So eat it, just eat it
You better listen, better do what you're told
You haven't even touched your tuna casserole
You better chow down or it's gonna get cold
So eat it
I don't care if you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Open up your mouth and feed it
Have some more yogurt, have some more spam
It doesn't matter it it's fresh or tanned
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
If it's gettin' cold, reheat it
Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don't like it, you can't send it back
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord)
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it (oh no)
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
There was a cat call from the audience as Mock wrapped up. "If you wanted something to eat, you could have helped clean the stage!" There was a short burst of laughter as Mock took an exaggerated bow and hopped off the stage.
"You know," said Von once Mock was gone, "we should do something different to select a name this time, and I already have an idea. Are there any sharpshooters in the crowd?"
"Oh, my daddy is!" chirped Kaitlyn.
"Yeah, go for it Clive!" added Virginia. Clive shrugged and walked up onto the stage.
"What would you like me to do?" he asked once he was there. Von didn't reply right away as he pulled three slips of paper from the box and turned to Lombardia.
"Would you be so kind as to take these and fly up over there? When I wave, you can drop them, okay?" The dragon nodded and accepted the scraps of paper, flying up to where Von had indicated. Then Von turned back to Clive. "Now, when she drops them, can I ask you to shoot one? Whoever's name is on it will be our next singer."
Clive chucked and agreed. Von waved to the Lombardia and she dropped the papers. Quickly aiming his rifle, Clive focused and, using Lock On, neatly sniped the corner off one of the falling scraps.
Their jobs done, Clive and Lombardia returned to their places as Von retrieved the fallen papers. Unfolding the one with the corner shot off, he read it to the crowd. "Neil, you're next!"
Virginia waved to her friend as he took to the stage, accepted the microphone and started to sing.
No cloud, a sleepy calm,
Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze,
And trees with rustling leaves,
Only endless days without a care,
Nothing must be done.
Silent as a day can be,
Far-off sounds of others on their chosen run
As they do all those things they feel give life some meaning,
Even if they're dull.
It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere.
The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereas
The trees will lose their withered leaves,
I just can't seem to let them loose.
And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south.
Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
Now the light is fading fast,
Chances slip away, a time will come to pass
When there'll be none,
Then addicted to a perfumed poison,
Betrayed by its aftertaste,
Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return.
Many are the substitutes but they're powerless on their own.
Beware the fisherman who's casting out his line
Into a dried up river bed,
But don't try to tell him 'cos he won't believe you.
Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way.
I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereas
The trees will lose their withered leaves,
I just can't seem to let them loose.
And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south.
I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
The soothing sound of the song had nearly lulled everyone to sleep, so Lombardia offered her services as an alarm clock. The dragon's roar woke up the sleepy crowd. There was a rather embarrased round of applause as Neil left the stage.