Colin:	Righty-ho!
Vim:	Right, here we go!
Colin:	In your own time. Jolly good luck.

(Music starts.)

Den:	LET'S GO!

Vim:	Fires of hell! Doomsday bell!
	Prison cell! Bloody hell!
Den:	Hang on...
Vim:	On my masturbike!

	See the cat! On the mat!
	See the cat! It has shat!
	Look out we're going to hell!

Colin:	Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh! Oh, take me, mama! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!

Vim:	Eat my brain! Go insane!
	Eat my brain! Go insane!
	AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!

(Spider stops drumming.)

Vim:	Ride the rat! Nightmare man!
	Ride the rat!
Den:	Come on!
Vim:	Pick up the fucking beat!
(Spider starts to drum again.)
Vim:	On my masturbike!

Den:	"Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba!" That's it.
Vim:	Fucking cunt.
Spider:	What's that?

Vim:	Fucking cunt! Fucking cunt!
	Spider is! A fucking cunt!
Den:	What?
Vim:	Goodbye Radio One!
Colin:	Oooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh!

Vim:	Eat my brain! Eat my brain!
Spider:	(stops again) Oh shit! I've dropped the fucking sticks now! (starts again)
Vim:	Eat my brain! Eat my brain!
Colin:	Eat my brain!
Vim:	AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!

Vim:	Eh?
Colin:	Keep playing!
Vim:	Anyone know the lyrics to this bit?
Colin:	Keep playing, everybody, and stop complaining!
Den:	Chernobyl!

Vim:	Hello Bill! Chernobyl!
Colin:	Do the horrid laughing now!
Vim:	I feel ill! Hospitil!
(Den does the horrid laughing.)
Colin:	Wring my neck, Satan!
Vim:	On my masturbike!

(Music stops.)

Spider:	Right, am I speeding up? (stops drumming)
Colin:	We've finished.
Vim:	That's the end.
Den:	Oh... sorry.
Colin:	You... cunt.