Imagine, if you will, a dark room with a single spotlight. The air begins to shimmer, and a hollow figure in the form of Don Cherry materializes. The pattern of its suit jacket is loud - too loud - and shifting unceasingly. The figure open its mouth, and a droning sound of wind reverberates as it draws in air. It states the following, flecks of foam frothing from its lips:

“GOod KiiNggSton KiiDdsss”

The light goes out. And this plays.