[Spoken section]
Ian: Look, conflict resolution is my job. And I'd like to believe that if Laura decided she didn't want to see me anymore, I'd respect her decision. You know what I'm saying, Robbo?
Rob: Yeah
Ian: So, shall we leave it at that, then?
[End spoken section]

[Heavy metal, a la Guns 'n' Roses]
[Rob]
Aaaaaaah!
[Dick, spoken]
Don't do it, Rob!

[Rob]
Leave town! Leave the country!
Little bitch, you're gonna feel my rage
You're gonna look back at
Ten phone calls a night
As a motherfucking golden age

You'll be home to the maggots and the fleas
I'm gonna bring you to your-
Sha-na-na-na-na-na
Knees! Knees!
Your sha-na-na-na-na-na knees!

[REWIND SOUND]

[Ian, spoken]
Ian: So, shall we leave it at that, then?

[Hip hop, a la Beastie Boys]
[Rob, Barry & Dick]
Here's our conflict resolution
Time for the final solution

[Dick]
Gonna punish your doughy white body
With a taste of my-
[Rob, Barry & Dick]
Hai karate!

[Barry]
You've breathed your last breath, sucka!

[Rob]
Resolve this conflict-

[Rob, Barry & Dick]
Motherfucka!

[REWIND SOUND]

[Ian, spoken]
Ian: So, shall we leave it at that, then?

[Rob, spoken]
How 'bout we leave it at this?

[GUNSHOT]

[Gangsta rap]
[Rob]
I'm so tired of hearin' your mouth run
Popped a cap on your ass, now you're done, son

[Barry]
Attention shoppers, there's blood on the flo'

[Dick]
We got a one-eight-seven on aisle fo'

[Rob]
Now you know how much your life is worth
This was your-

[Rob, Barry & Dick]
Last real record store on earth What
Earth What
Earth What
Earth What

[Ensemble]
It's a better place you've gone to
[Rob]
You better hope it's better

[Ensemble]
I pray the lord your soul to save
[Rob]
Pathetic rebound fuck

[Ensemble]
While you rest up there in heaven
[Rob]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Ensemble]
I'll be pissin' on your grave
[Rob]
I will be pissin' on your grave
[Ensemble]
Pissin' on your grave

[Rob]
I got my ho's *beep* down
And a magnum of-
[Rob, Barry & Dick]
Kris!

[Ensemble]
Yeah, yeah
Pissin' on your grave
[Rob]
I'm gonna *beep* you in the
*beep* with my mother-fuckin'
*beep*

[Ensemble]
Pray the lord your soul to save
[Rob]
Girl open up his mouth
'Cause I'm ready to piss

[Ensemble]
Pissin' Pissin', pissin'
Pissin' on your grave

[Rob]
Now you've had a taste
Of my big black Glock
How about a taste
Of my *beep*