Our lives are like two strings, tangled, criss-crossed, knotted, even that wired double sheep-shank which I don't quite understand, and the only way to get through it all is with a pair of scissors, and scissors cut through cloth, cloth like your pants, and in the end, isn't that what it's all about? Le grille? what the hell is that! And now, 3, 2, 1 let's jam.