One night, Mad Max Volume was in the living room of his house working out a new song on his ax. The title of the song was Makin' Mischief.
Mad Max Volume had his amp cranked up to 152, or so it seemed to his poor wife, and was making mischief while writing and playing Makin’ Mischief:
He duck-walked across the room, played his cheap Acme guitar with his teeth, stuck it between his legs, thrusted, and let his freak-flag and wild, freak-hair fly.