Yon: Okay, let's just set the scene in a hospital. Scod: Mip... mip... mip... Gatesy: Frankel the mouse is there, on the bed. Scod: Mip... mip... mip... Gatesy: I've forgotten everything, In my little mouse-sized bin. In a county hospital, With a tiny bandage round my head. Yon and Scod: You've just got a broken ankle, Snap out of it, Frankel. Scod: Images are coming back to me, When I close my eyes I see. How I got my injury, 'Cause I attempted beastiality. Yon and Gatesy: Frankel, it's your past you're seeing, You tried making love to a human being. Tripod: Frankie, all the things you could have been, That it's now impossible to be. Now you'll never realise your dream, To be a world champion at frisbee. Gatesy: (Playing air guitar) Ne-ne-ne-ne-nl, ne-ne-ne-ne-nl... Ne-ne-ne-ne-nl, neoww... Nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl... two handed... nl-nl-nl-nl-nl... Nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl... there's usually a really self-indulgent Kirk Hammet solo... Nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl... Scod: Yeah, but there's usually an instrument! Gatesy: That's true, there is. Yon: Now I'm back in walking therapy, And they're saying, "Bend your knee, Katie, bend your knee". But my name is not Katie, And I'll never throw a f**in' frisbee. Gatesy and Scod: Luke Skywalker, look at him, He saved the galaxy with a prosthetic limb. Tripod: Frankie, all the things you could have been, That it's now impossible to be. Now you'll never realise your dream, To be a world champion at frisbee. Scod: Memories flying at me, Like plastic s**m on a really weird keyring. It's my future I see, A lonely life of writing parking fines, But life is fine. Tripod: But Frankel, you're a mouse, don't be silly, Even with all four limbs you couldn't play frisbee. But Frankel, you will always have your dreams, 'Cause anything is possible, you see...