[ CW ] - `` This is not a normal Bomb . It 's a Soul Bomb . ''

`` Thirty minutes to target Captain Cornelius.'' 
 
 `` Excellent Lieutenant Brown. Stay on course.'' 
 
 As the bomber streaked through the darkness of the night, Captain Cornelius contemplated his mission. How could the world have gone so wrong, he wondered. How could everyone just ignore everything they had been taught? He was glad that General Gordy had called upon him and his team to drop what was the most important payload of their careers. 
 
 Lieutenant Brown's voice jarred Captain Cornelius from his day dream. `` Fifteen minutes to target.'' 
 
 Captain Cornelius decided that now would be a good time to check on the payload. He moved quickly to the bomb bay to find his munitions expert, Specialist Franklin, making last minute adjustments to what would be the biggest drop that Los Angeles would see in decades. 
 
 `` Specialist Franklin, is the payload ready?'' 
 
 `` Yes sir. Primed for launch on your go.'' 
 
 `` Excellent. We will show these traitors what happens when we are ignored for too long.'' 
 
 `` Sir, we were never told - what is our target today?'' 
 
 `` Specialist Franklin. Today we will be dropping this bomb onto Warner Music Group.'' 
 
 `` But sir! Those are innocent people down there!'' 
 
 `` This is not a normal Bomb. This is a Soul Bomb.'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry sir, a Soul Bomb?'' 
 
 `` Yes, a Soul Bomb. Music has become a manufactured mess of dropped bass lines and guitars so distorted that you ca n't tell a G chord from a B chord. We are here to cleanse that! We will bring soul back to today's music!'' 
 
 Lieutenant Brown's voice crackled over the loud speaker in the bomb bay. `` We are approaching the target. I feel good.'' 
 
 Captain Cornelius sprinted back to the helm of the airplane and turned to his Lieutenant. `` I knew that you would, Lieutenant Brown. It is time to complete our mission.''
