They both stared hard at Beck.

Beck resumed cleaning the cat, this time with his tounge, "UHRghmm?"

Kim watched in astonishment as he did that.

Coco walked into the kitchen and affectionately ruffled Beck's hair.

"Hmmm..." Said Thurston, "All we need now is Thom Yorke to appear, magically."

There was a flash of light and a puff of smoke, and Beck found himself licking Thom Yorke's left earlobe.

"I like that!", said Thom. "mmmm".

"Hmmm..." said Thurston, as Beck stood there bewilderedly licking thin air, "Thom, have you come here to play Jesus, to the lepers in your head; well, it's too late, tonight, to cast the past out into the light, we're one; but we're not the same, we get to carry each other, carry each other, one."

thom yorke's magic appearance confirmed that thurston was indeed the reincarnation of


(damn you guys are fast at typing!)

"Fuck Bono!!!", shouted Coco.

Everyone stared at Coco, as she tried to reprise her performance from SYR 4: Goodbye 20th Century, Voice Piece for Soprano, as written by Yoko Ono.

Bono, shocked by the scary noise, wet his pants.

Thom Yorke was surprised that Bono was there too, as usually when he is magically summoned by Thurston Moore, he is only followed by his fan club; Follow Me Around; but today was different; Thom could feel it.

"I wet myself", whimpered Bono.

Bono said nothing more, and ran out the house in hysterics.

'Achtung Bono' cried Thurston, to warn the neighbours.

Then a flying saucerlike object came and gobbled up the house.

Inside the flying saucer was Roy Wood, leader of the 70s rock band Wizzard.

They stayed with Roy for two weeks till....

No one, not even the cat, could remember what had happened in th preceding fortnight.

"And all I wanted was some toast," lamented Kim Basinger.

"Who was that scary face painted man I saw you with last night?", asked a random Hobokenite of Thurston Moore.

"That's the girl I was sleeping around with", said Thurston.

"What a waste," said the hobokenite.

"Rats!" exclaimed Thurston.

"Reena!" shouted Kim

A fireman came along and hosed everyone down.

Sssssssssss.

"That's not a sentence," exlclaimed the fireman.

"That's all I can say", said the fire.

"Don't you mean 'That's all I can say right now'" asked a passing Tom Verlaine, having heard there was a competiton going on to fit song titles into sentences.

'Even after that hosing down by that rather butch fireman, I'm still finding bits of f****** peanut butter in my fur', said the cat.

Coco laughed.

"Hmmm..." Everyone thought at the same time.

"Can we all live happily ever after yet?" asked Thom Yorke.

"I don't think so", said Bono, who was still running.

Bono looked at his urine-soaked pants and wondered how he was supposed to meet the Pope later.

(Good night, guys... It's been fun, time to sleep :) )

The whole cast gathered together in a semi circle, and sang a lullaby to the departing alyasa.

"See ya later", Sang Thurston, while putting his arm around Steve.

However, Thom Yorkes vocals were not to the cat's liking.