Auditing

Who: Lenin and the others
Where: The stage
> "Come on Singing Dude. This way, or else your brains will end up on the
> floor, covering me and those 4 skutters in your brain juice. Oh, 4
skutters.
> DAMN! Can't I ever catch a break?" exclaimed Dean
Lenin then stepped up onto the stage, shoved Dean off and walked over to
Vinny. "You would be one Mr. Vinny Soprano, correct?" he said.
"Yeah, what's it to you?"
"As the leader of the local government, it is my sad duty to inform you that
you have failed to pay a variety of taxes on this concert. First, let's see,
there's the flying the ship into a black hole tax, which is forty percent of
the door fee. Then there's the being an annoying jerk tax, with is fifteen
percent. We mustn't forget the mind control tax, which is thirty percent,
nor the failure to present Soviet ID tax, which is fifty percent. And for
failure to pay all these taxes in time, we're adding another twenty-five
percent. So, let's see, you owe us one hundred and sixty percent of your
income for this concert, to be paid right now, or you'll be in deeper
trouble than a stray cat that's been picked up by a nearsighted animal
control officer and got locked in a cage full of pit bulls."