Tytuł: A token of my extreme

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   L. Ron Hoover:
  Welcome to the First Church of Appliantology! The WHITE ZONE is for loading and unloading only!
  
  Don't you be Tarot-fied
  It's just a token
  of my extreme
  Don't you be Tarot-fied
  It's just a token
  of my extreme
  
  Don't you never try to
  look behind my eyes
  You don't wanna know
  what they have seen
  Don't you never try to
  look behind my eyes
  You don't wanna know
  what they have seen
  
  Joe: (thinking to himself)
  Some people think
  That if they go too far
  They'll never get back
  To where the rest of
  them are
  I might be crazy
  But there's one thing
  I know
  You might be surprised
  At what you find
  when ya go!
  
  And thus, having ration- alized his expedition to L. Ron's modernistic office / cathedral / warehouse / condominium complex, JOE seeks The Answer to his problem...
  
  Joe:
  Oh oh oh
  Mystical Advisor
  What is my problem,
  tell me
  Can you see?
  
  L. Ron Hoover:
  Well, you have nothing
  to fear, my son!
  You are a Latent
  Appliance Fetishist,
  It appears to me!
  
  Joe:
  That all seems very,
  very strange
  I never craved
  a toaster
  Or a color T.V.
  
  L. Ron Hoover:
  A Latent Appliance
  Fetishist
  Is a person who
  refuses to admit
  to his or herself
  That sexual
  gratification can
  only be achieved
  Through the use of
  MACHINES...
  Get the picture?
  
  Joe:
  Are you telling me
  I should come out
  of the closet now
  Mr. Ron?
  
  L. Ron Hoover:
  No, my son!
  You must go into
  THE CLOSET
  
  Joe:
  What?
  
  L. Ron Hoover:
  And you will have
  
  Joe:
  Heh?
  
  L. Ron Hoover:
  Hey!
  A lot of fun!
  That's where
  they all live
  So if you want an
  Appliance to love you
  You'll have to
  go in there
  'N' get you one
  
  Joe:
  Well...that seems
  simple enough...
  
  L. Ron Hoover:
  Yes, but if you want a
  really GOOD one,
  You'll have to learn a
  foreign language...
  
  Joe:
  German, for instance?
  
  L. Ron Hoover:
  That's right...
  A lot of really cute
  ones come from
  over there!
  (Fifty bucks, please)
  And a cheerful group of
  Appliantologists dance
  into the room wearing
  aluminum foil lab smocks,
  lock arms in a circle
  around JOE, making sure
  he pays in full, all the
  while singing with L. RON
  as he delivers his final
  instructions...
  
  L. Ron Hoover:
  If you been
  Mod-O-fied,
  It's an illusion,
  an yer in between
  Don't you be
  Tarot-fied,
  It's just a lot of nothin',
  So what can it mean?
  
  If you been
  Mod-O-fied,
  It's an illusion,
  an yer in between
  Don't you be
  Tarot-fied,
  It's just a lot of nothin',
  So what can it mean?
  
  If you been
  Mod-O-fied,
  It's an illusion,
  an yer in between...