As he settles the dozing kiddies in their freshly skinned and dried pelts, and as the embers reflect the shadows of crossbows against the wall in the Nuge Yurt, he begins his story:

" Ah was ah young boy back in the rush of '66. Socks hadn't been invented in those days and the only way I could make music was by shutting the fuck up. Then, one day, as I was pleasuring myself with a copy of Guns And Ammo, I got challenged to a duel at the Cess Pit, by the very drummer of Genesis himself, yes sir, it was him, known on the Bayou, as the Singing One Who Also Played the Drums In Genesis At the Same Time As Singing( powerful bad joojoo).."

Then, basically, he remained a noisy hairy right wing talentless Fuck. Just Like that. The irony of this story is that his demonic nemesis used to jam with Robert Fripp.

But that's another story..

EDIT: Apologies. Meant to post this next door.