“Who are the Gore Bells?”
“What?”
“Your license plate. It says G0R3 B3LS.”
“It’s not Gore Bells! It’s ‘Go Rebels!’ You know, the sports team?”
“Oh. Well it looks like Gore Bells.”
“Hey, you like the Gore Bells too?”
“What?”
“The Gore Bells, man! They are the best postmodern viking death metal band to come out of Trondheim in at least ten years! What’s your favorite song? Mine’s ‘Verden Er Laget Av Kjøtt’ from their album Pikk Slikke!”
“It’s not Gore Bells! It’s ‘Go Rebels!’ You know, the sports team?”
“No, I don’t know them. What’s their music like?”
“I SEE YOU TOO SEEK THE SEVEN GORE BELLS.”
“What?”
“DO NOT DENY IT. YOU KNOW, AS DO ALL THE MEMBERS OF THE SEVENTH CIRCLE, THAT TO RING THE GORE BELLS WILL BRING ABOUT THE RENEWAL OF THE WORLD IN A TSUNAMI OF BLOOD.”
“It’s not Gore Bells! It’s ‘Go Rebels!’ You know, the sports team?”
“OH. NO, I’M AN ALABAMA FAN MYSELF. ROLL TIDE!”
“Hey, Go Rebels!”
“Finally! Someone who gets it.”
“Oh, I get it all right! Viva la Revolucion! Our cell meets under the overpass every second Tuesday. We are stockpiling weapons and training for the time when we strike. Take our Blood Sigil and wear it secretly, friend. Then watch for the sign to wear it openly.”
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