Arriving at L. Ron Hoover's modernistic office / cathedral / warehouse / condominium complex, Joe is greeted by a pre-recorded message and a dramatically illuminated image on a wall-sized TV screen...
L. Ron Hoover:
Welcome to the First Church of Appliantology! The WHITE ZONE is for loading and unloading only!
Don't you be Tarot-fied
It's just a token of my extreme
Don't you never try to look behind my eyes
You don't wanna know what they have seen
Joe: (thinking to himself)
Some people think
That if they go too far
They'll never get back
To where the rest of them are
I might be crazy
But there's one thing I know
You might be surprised
At what you find when ya go!
And thus, having rationalized his expedition to L. Ron's modernistic office / cathedral / warehouse / condominium complex, JOE seeks The Answer to his problem...
Joe:
Oh oh oh
Mystical Advisor
What is my problem, tell me
Can you see?
L. Ron Hoover:
Well, you have nothing to fear, my son!
You are a Latent Appliance Fetishist,
It appears to me!
Joe:
That all seems very, very strange
I never craved a toaster or a color T.V.
L. Ron Hoover:
A Latent Appliance Fetishist
Is a person who refuses to admit to his or herself
That sexual gratification can only be achieved
Through the use of MACHINES...
Get the picture?
Joe:
Are you telling me I should come out of the closet now
Mr. Ron?
L. Ron Hoover:
No, my son! You must go into THE CLOSET
Joe:
What?
L. Ron Hoover:
And you will have
Joe:
Heh?
L. Ron Hoover:
Hey!
A lot of fun!
That's where they all live
So if you want an appliance to love you
You'll have to go in there 'N' get you one
Joe:
Well...that seems simple enough...
L. Ron Hoover:
Yes, but if you want a really GOOD one, You'll have to learn a foreign language...
Joe:
German, for instance?
L. Ron Hoover:
That's right... A lot of really cute ones come from over there!
(Fifty bucks, please)
And a cheerful group of Appliantologists dance into the room wearing aluminum foil lab smocks, lock arms in a circle around JOE, making sure he pays in full, all the while singing with L. RON as he delivers his final instructions...
L. Ron Hoover:
If you been Mod-O-fied,
It's an illusion, an yer in between
Don't you be Tarot-fied,
It's just a lot of nothin',
So what can it mean?