I had a dream last night that Kevin was doing a show at the Village in what was basically a converted garage with patio furniture for seating. Apparently, the reason for the odd configuration was because some retarded kids used the theater for dancing, as well. I was a bit concerned that there were three other projectors just running in a corner for no apparent reason. When I asked about it, I was told that they were on so that they'd draw more amps, which somehow made the theater sound system sound better.
Anyway, back to the show. Kevin was performing a comedy commentary while playing some horrible slasher movies. He was doing a pretty good job, especially with "doing" several different voices, but people started leaving. Oh, and there was something about Tre kind of Butthead laughing loudly in the back.
When the show was over, someone on the cleanup crew stabbed someone else. I went into the house (did I mention that the setting changed to the patio at my father's house?) to dial 911. There was someone in there who was holding a small knife and looking sort of hypnotized. I realized one of my dogs had been killed. I fended-off the assailant and went outside. By this time, there were many "zombies" walking around stabbing people.
It was at this time that I recalled an urban legend about a cheesy slasher movie that somehow caused people to turn into stabbing zombies. Obviously, Kevin had chanced upon this film and unwittingly started the apocolypse.
Good job, Kevin. Bastard.
Pope Stevo da First
Laugh, and the world laughs with you. Cry, and the world laughs at you. Pussy.