Billie Joe looked at his watch. It read eleven o' clock and at that, he smiled deviously. "One hour and the world will be mine at last! Gentlemen, prepare my sacrifices for the ceremony. It's almost time! Sneering to himself with great pride, he peered out the building's wide windows at the screaming and excited crowd surrounding the factory, satisfied with his evil self.
"It's almost time for what, Daddy?" Little Billie Joe peeked at his dad through the crack of the door.
Not even phased by his son, Billie Joe never once looked in his direction, even as he replied, "Son, how would you like to rule every single person on this planet one day? How about to have everyone do anything you want them to do at any time? Or what about have complete control of every single thing that takes place in this world, would you like that? Because Daddy is about to make it all happen tonight, my boy."
"Cool!" Little Billie Joe approved. "I'm gonna go cut Mommy's favorite Barbie doll's head off now!"
A little devil in the making, Little Billie Joe ran off and out of sight, mostly ignoring his father's plans.
"The world is all mine now..."
Billie Joe's gaze sharpened at the hypnotized manic crowd outside as people were still swarming in more and more every second.
The average world and all of humanity is about to be turned upside down and there's nothing no one can do about it now.
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American Idiot 2: Billie Joe's Bad Singing
HumorLaugh. Cry. Cringe. It's all good. Billie Joe Armstrong is a bad singer. He's also a loving husband and father and the front man to Green Day as well. And he's also an apparently evil mastermind seeking world domination, but let's not get ahead of...
