The guards drag our only hopes left for humanity to the rooftop, where Billie Joe was going to sacrifice them and perform his farewell concert as complete universal brainwashing and world domination awaited him after their group demise. At the moment, Billie Joe was lying to his band mates caught up in his scheme.
"Boys, we're just upping our fame here. Think of it as we're going for a shock rock piece! All we're gonna do is kill some fake hostages on stage and make the crowd go nuts with our little horror show! That's all, nothing else!"
The monkey just stared at him and Mike raised an eyebrow in response.
"Well, one question though. What's with this stage instruction stating that you want us to chant some Latin line you've cooked up when the beam goes off. Its..its just too strange. Even for you." Mike complained.
"Just chant it when the opportunity presents itself, Michael. I'm gonna go put my eyeliner on now before showtime. Ciao!"
Billie Joe then gleefully skipped away like a happy little girl. Mike turned to Mr. Chimps and sighed.
Well, Mr. Chimps. Why don't we go get some grub and fuel up for the big show? Sound good?"
The monkey nodded and Mike picked him up and carried him away to the catering room.
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Meanwhile, our hopeless heroes gaze upon the growing, already massive crowd of Green Day fans before them, awaiting what fate has coming to them next.
"Well, its about that time. Almost curtains for us." Danielle sadly said.
"Yeah, I..." Shela stopped and turned her glance to Johnny. But not the one tied up next to them, but you know, the one marching towards them in their general direction.
"Hi there, baby doll. Don't you think you've wasted enough time with those impostors?' He asked her.
"Yeah but first, why don't we celebrate the occasion with a quick glass of red rum?" Out of thin air so it seemed, Shela somehow produced a full sized bottle from the cart that was placed near them out of bad catering design and read the label aloud then, as if it was a sponsor for this tale taking place, citing: "Drunkin' Captain's Signature Red Rum 'Try it, it's good!'"
Bracing her head backward, she downed a large swig of the drink straight from the bottle. After a moment of allowing it to wash her senses and tastes, she shrugged. "The label lies! Its awful!"
"You get that away from me!" The presumable second Johnny exclaimed.
"Oh? Why? Is it because..." And with that, Shela managed to toss the remainder of the bottle's contents onto him, causing him to convulse and explode into a million pieces right before their eyes.
A moment or so passed in silence before Simon excitedly exclaimed what they were all probably thinking. "That...was...so COOL!!!"
"Okay, who ruined my android? Fess up." And in that same instant, Billie Joe returned, his eyes not even on them as he entered the room. After a moment, his facial expression began to change to an evil smirk as he peered at each of his captives bound to their slabs before him.
"Finally, a chance to meet all of my mortal enemies in one place." He said as he gently kissed Danielle's cheek. "I hate you all with a violent passion," Billie Joe continued and then licked Shela's cheek. "But I will be so kind as to let you dorks have a moment to say your goodbyes to one another. Make it snappy."
Locking the door behind himself with security in place, he unchained them all as a means of a more personal goodbye session and left the room once more. Accepting their fate, the gang said their goodbyes as directed.
"Goodbye Simon. I love you," Danielle wept.
"Johnny, its been great. I really do love you with all my heart and I always will until I can't any..." Before Shela could get the rest out, Johnny pulled her into a kiss.
Everyone was swayed with tears as security put them back on their slabs and their chains back on, all boarded around the laser beam that would soon be turned on and where they would await their painful moments impending deaths. There was surely no way left our heroes could get out of this one 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...