A merchant crosses your path -
"I've got nothing, I tell ya."
On a chilling February night Monsquaz's eyes were covered with silver dollars and he was laid to rest in his casket. Days went by and Internetz became very hostile and angry without him. Internetz met in #mod_shrine and a unanimous plan was rallied. #mod_shrine was to exhume the corpse of Monsquaz for their liking. #mod_shrine arrived at the plot and the lot of them dug him up all but with their bare hands. What happened next is even a tale that I will not tell. As it were, Monsquaz received his comeuppance.
Notes: This was composed with headphones and it seems rather flat without the necessary bass.