Your heart starts to pound. Your eyes focus on him. It's only four minutes! This kind of rampant disrespect can only be met with unbridled force!
"Bee Gees!" you call, "come to me!"
In a shattering of glass and brick, the entire front entry blasts open to reveal the trio of brothers framed before a glittering discoball.
"Prepare yourself, The Boss, for we are about to unleash our ultimate attack!"
He should be shuddering with fear but instead The Boss...laughs? "Fool," he says, "who do you think sent the Bee Gees to you?" With that, he pulls away his business suit to reveal a suit of denim and leather beneath. "It was I, The Boss!"
You gasp. You could have sworn the Bruce Springsteen option a couple steps back was a joke, but this has become deadly serious!
"Now, Bee Gees, let us eliminate this man, and let his tardiness die with him!"
Before you can react, the world is full of lights and music, pounding bass and moving rhythm guitar, disco melodies with rock and roll licks. Your assault by an incredible barrage of music which...frankly, it just doesn't sound very good together. In fact, it sounds awful together. It's so bad that it's killing you. That was probably the point, eh?