PIANIST: If Phish don't see a prescription slip, we are outa here!

DRUMMER: We can wait all night, people.

Hans Moleman (wearing a psychedelic T-shirt) holds up his prescription slip.

DRUMMER: Here we go. (reads it) Whoa. This guy is seriously ill.

HANS MOLEMAN: My doctor never told me that. I had to hear it from Phish.

SINGER: A-one, a-two, a-you know what to do.

They continue with their song. A little while later, they incorporate the Simpsons theme tune into their set.

PIANIST: Thank you! And now, a man who's a real po-thead... I'm sorry, pot-head... Homer Simpson!

HOMER: Good afternoon. I wanna thank you all for coming down here, taking time off from your jobs... (crowd all mutter "Jobs?") Cause we need to keep medical marijuana legal! (crowd cheer) Whether you suffer from glaucoma, or you just rented The Matrix, medical marijuana can make things fabulous! ...medically. (crowd cheer) So my mellow fellow citizens, when you go into that voting booth on Tuesday the 7th...

GUITARIST: Uh, Homer... that was yesterday.

Homer goes to a newspaper-dispenser and buys a newspaper.

HOMER: Oh man, they already voted! And we lost! (crowd groan) Oh man I can't believe we spaced on the date!