American Idiot 2: Billie Joe's Bad Singing

Chapter 6: 21st Century Pegg Leg Man

Deep in the dark, powerless cavities of the RBS factory awaited our heroes impatiently. Shela stood at the welcome counter. Danielle paced the floor. Johnny sat on the floor. Danielle turned and started a certain way and ran into our fifth hero, Simon Pegg.

"Oh sorry. I didn't mean to run into you," said Simon with care.

"No, it was my fault. I'm sorry. Really, I am." Danielle blushed. She recognized that voice.

"I have a flashlight...we can go fix the generator and the lights, if you wanna go with me." Simon smiled through the darkness.

They left to go fix the lights while the rest stayed behind.

The lights finally came back on and Simon and Danielle had returned. Johnny found a tv and turned it on. "This just in, The RBS factory's gates closed today in lock down. It has been told there may be hostages trapped inside. Accident? No. Officials say someone that is inside the building has caused this mess and is in the making of more danger. I'm Chitter Chatter and we'll inform you with more info when more is available. Now back to Billie Joe." Shela turned off the tv.

"Now, wait a minute," Johnny turned the tv back on. "Really? Who wants to watch The Billie Joes of Hazard? Or The Golden Billie Joes? Or Total Request Billie Joe?" Shaking his head, he switches it back off. "I'm starting to wonder about this whole thing with RBS. I mean, think of all of us here, trapped in such a tight little box. We're like little lab rats or something. Its sad really because what if the guy is really out to get us?"

"He must know we're in the building. I wonder who this psycho is." Shela hopelessly wonders out loud. "What do you think we should do?"

Danielle thought to herself for a moment. "If he or she wants blood, why don't we give it to them? I mean, this is like war." She finally said.

"Or we could split into groups and find out what's really and truly happening," Johnny blurts out in suggestion.

"That has to be the smartest thing I've ever heard you say...next to that time when you told me how to fix the light bulb! Johnny, you and I will go together and search out the rooms through the vents in the ceiling. Danielle, you and Simon can go somewhere else in here and see what you can find."

And thus, our only hope for humanity split up, likely all doomed in the end anyway.

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Shela and Johnny crawled around in the vents high above in the ceiling, searching carefully from room to room.

"Alright! Check this out, babe! Down there's a couple of people making out!" Shela pointed to the room below her.

"Move along, Shela." Johnny sighed.

They crawled a little further down and spotted Amber, pacing the room.

"Amber!" Shela hollered down the vent's cover to the petite blonde. Amber looked up and pulled the cover off in surprise.

"What are you two doing in there? You---you guys shouldn't be here right now." She whispered with a worried tone.

"We're trying to figure out what's going on around here. Do you know?" Shela replied to her second best friend.

"If I tell you, will you save yourselves and find a way out as soon as possible?" Amber asked.

"Yes, just tell us."

Amber sighed and let it all go as quietly as possible. "It took me a while to figure it all out, but I think I have a pretty good idea of what's going on. Billie Joe has always loved to be in control, to dominate, so he opened this company about a year ago. And to my understanding, he's been making millions upon millions of androids that look like anyone he pleases to carry out certain tasks, like all of his dirty deeds. Just yesterday I was looking for a pair of tweezers because Billie Joe has this huge zit on his back and like it looks infected almost! You'd have to see it to believe it but anyway, I found some strange pages of text printed out at his desk. They read something about since he's such a big star now, that he thinks he can own it all. That the world is his for the taking. Each page read something else about his plan on taking over every city, every country in the world with his awful singing in order to brainwash every single person on the planet to love and worship him as the ultimate ruler. You guys, he plans to kill all of you and sacrifice you to himself in order to make him stronger or something like that. Y'all are my best buds and I don't want the world to watch you guys die on national television butt naked! Do you understand?! I---"