Dune Meets ACDC

While driving back from Oakland, I was rocking out to a wee bit of Hayseed Dixie (thanks and damnation to you again ratswallow) and I had a vision.  Once again, my brain has been consumed by A HORSE ON FIRE!!!  Follow along and see the staggering truth.

Brian Johnson, front man of ACDC, has presumably made a great deal of money.  Some of it due to singing (if you would like to call his girlish scream mixed with geriatric smoker gravel singing) but I'm sure the rest is from a lucrative side business recycling the used panties collected from the stage after concerts on the internet...in bulk.  Because land in the Outback isn't exactly "choice", he has probably amassed a vast station in the Great Nothing.

He is standing on his porch, probably with a Fosters or Tui in hand, looking out into the expanse.  A wallaby is bounding across the closest portion of his front 8.5 million acres.  Brian's eyes narrow, focusing on the intruder.  He emits a shattering shriek of "THUNDERSTRUCK!", causing the wallaby to go incandescent before exploding.

It is a killing word...