Meanwhile, back at the luxurious penthouse suite in the James El-Nayyit Center in Riyadh, Axl and the gang enjoyed a halal breakfast before preparing for their next big show. They were to play at the wedding of some Saudi nutsack and his cousin-bride. Both the bride and groom themselves were wonky faced products of cousin marriages and Axl shuddered to imagine the asymmetrical facial horrors of the couples' future 11 children. As motor cycle helmets were not allowed in the inbred kingdom, and nor were exposed tattoos, Axl and his bandmates were forced to play their show wearing chadors. At the end of the 137th song, Axl looked at his watch to see how much longer they had to be there before they could run back to the hotel. Damn it, it was going to be 1.142218538291948472232138657516902864493701003131 59356435335504668721472322023917802986849012865826 23278944103531118273929402305139332599226731683596 18564356871078995894095250185016150771520187852540 60988219540742694005753858817056103958472482859080 28667448555911887161286898486977336205299106188026 22672648734978694595776199881123136976488459232797 95597962747195471374809734258707717945382629699872 31513969742711298604571379618821561076010246102899 53070529964370643400816182695309709797507520512103 03883956895284893326661592197696895632624213122952 21698565048118986539622676147231878449623507349765 23932349514698679037015714678837321158374873196218 63958954455774410857195637479512840730897043548520 70995641532366569134477222179266122260218172199392 63430634687358814373185434677842821459073278247118 12120335613181005792866712558202034865231393421975 95264595980600449582201867740629304660787143251411 38823186365767185767927376327190925966214981648962 07240320580530916056420173581231366840696112301025 13793278532179253923966690595548480237559372191256 95906223598575895522952074512684514287138018609829 65615252901808122434351104963036374876549217029447 75541871943850178048116938814713975066708337914699 15311031473353306159764745384083147019230821245037 18353243327813797418317406470595456269606071769666 97885096825572271433359666993331782048411637308064 30621153065901605661582417687706968045175666668064 21900934229657196964692004010325563868236 more hours!

When they were finally released from musical slavery, the father of the bride gifted the band with several goats, which could be used for fucking, eating, or both. Axl inquired whether the goats could be trained to become slot APs who posted on unmoderated gambling forums.

"Inshallah, only if AP stands for Anal Penetratee," the old man replied.

Everyone shook hands, thanked, welcomed, and sloppy kissed one another before Axl and the gang made it back to the luxurious penthouse suite at the James El-Nayyit Center. They changed into the Sponge Bob Square Pants jammies and fell asleep.