#[[he offered pro bono legal services to the noises. fuck it he counts.]]

[djhallyboo]

Hey. What's that dark shadow, forming over a group of Fake Noise clones in another corner of the audience, rapidly growing and expanding in size? Poor things don't even have time to acknowledge their fate before a gigantic Thwomp comes barreling down, smushing them all into cheese paste.

"HAR HAR HAR!"

Hallyboo floats overhead, Tig Bop salivating at the bloodshed cheeseshed left in the Thwomp's wait. Through the magical door the pizza guy who tried to seduce him that one time created, a series of gigantic soccer balls bounce through.

As they crush more Noise clones, the DJ tips his hat and makes a grand announcement.

"COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT, MURDER, KIDNAPPIN', BROADCASTIN' WITHOUT A PROPER LICENSE, ASSAULT, BATTERY, AND MULTIPLE OSHA INFRACTIONS... ARE NO PARTY."