IN SEARCH OF THE NEW SOUND.

A MAN STANDS IN FRONT OF A FIRING SQUAD.
ALL MERRY MEN IN THE FIRING SQUAD FIRES UPON THE MAN, AND ALL BULLETS MIRACUOUSLY MISS.
THE MAN REALISES;
OF COURSE ALL THE BULLETS MISSED, OTHERWISE I WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO STAND HERE QUESTIONING HOW.
LEST WE FORGET! DEMENTED!