[ WP ] You are chief scientist on a project to wrap a colossal pair of Beats By Dre headphones around the moon .

`` But I'm NOT behind it! I know we can, shit, that's why you got me in here in the first place, but enough is E*fuckin*NUFF! This shit has been done, man!'' 
 `` Calm down, George! Man, this is as much a tribute to YOU as anything else. This is YOUR legacy. Work with us George, make this happen...'' 
 
 The old man shakes his grizzled, multi-coloured mane of locks and looks unsure. Shit. Goddamn. 
 `` I wan na be on my own...'' and he shuffles off, up the spiral staircase and onto the roof of the lab, seeing the beauty of creation before him in the cold desert air. The snoop doggy dog star, the daisy age constellation, the Public Enemy nebula, the Bambaata cloud, the Flash region, the Gangsta Star. He feels a presence at his shoulder, shorter, better groomed, familiar. 
 `` James man, what we gon na do? These young fuckers think they own the Cosmic Slop.'' 
 
 `` They do n't care about the past. But whats in ever they do - it's got to be FUNKY'' 
 

