Arriving At L. Ron Hoover's Modernistic Office / Cathedral / Ware-house /
 
 Condominium Complex, Joe Is Greeted By a Pre-recorded Message And
 
 A Dramatically Illuminated Image On a Wall-sized Tv Screen...
 
  
  L. Ron Hoover:
 
 Welcome to the First Church of Appliantology!
 
 The White Zone Is For Loading and Unloading Only!
  
 
 Don't You Be
 
 Tarot-fied
 
 It's Just a Token of My Extreme
 
 Don't You Be
 
 Tarot-fied
 
 It's Just a Token of My Extreme
 
 Don't You Never Try to Look Behind My Eyes
 
 You Don T Wanna Know What They Have Seen
 
 Don't You Never Try to Look Behind My Eyes
 
 You Don't Wanna Know What They Have Seen
  
 
 Joe: (Thinking to Himself)
 
 Some People Think
 
 That If They Go Too Far
 
 They'll Never Get Hack
 
 To Where the Rest of Them Are
 
 I Might Be Crazy
 
 But There's One Thing I Know
 
 You Might Be Surprised
 
 At What You Find When Ya Go!
  
 
 And Thus, Having Rationalized His Expedition to L. Ron's Modernistic Office /
 
 Cathedral / Warehouse / Condominium Complex, Joe Seeks the Answer To
 
 His Problem...
  
 
 Joe:
 
 Oh Oh Oh
 
 Mystical Advisor
 
 What Is My Problem, Tell Me
 
 Can You See?
  
 
 L. Ron Hoover:
 
 Well, You Have Nothing to Fear, My Son!
 
 You Are a Latent Appliance Fetishist, It Appears to Me!
  
 
 Joe:
 
 That All Seems Very, Very Strange
 
 I Never Craved a Toaster
 
 Or a Color T. V.
  
 
 L. Ron Hoover:
 
 A Latent Appliance Fetishist
 
 Is a Person Who Refuses to Admit to His Or Herself
 
 That Sexual Gratification Can Only Be Achieved
 
 Through the Use of Machines... Get the Picture?
  
 
 Joe:
 
 Are You Telling Me
 
 I Should Come Out of the Closet Now Mr. Ron?
  
 
 L. Ron Hoover:
 
 No, My Son!
 
 You Must Go Into the Closet
 
 And You Will Have
 
 A Lot of Fun!
 
 That's Where They All Live
 
 So If You Want An
 
 Appliance to Love You
 
 You'll Have to Go in There
 
 N' Get You One
  
 
 Joe:
 
 Well...that Seems Simple Enough...
  
 
 L. Ron Hoover:
 
 Yes, But If You Want a Really Good One,
 
 You'll Have to Learn a Foreign Language...
  
 
 Joe:
 
 German, For Instance?
  
 
 L. Ron Hoover:
 
 That's Right...
 
 A Lot of Really Cute Ones Come From Over There!
 
 (Fifty Bucks, Please)
  
 
 And a Cheerful Group of Appliantologists Dance Into the Room Wearing
 
 Aluminum Foil Lab Smocks, Lock Arms in a Circle Around Joe, Making
 
 Sure He Pays in Full, All the While Singing With L. Ron As He Delivers
 
 Nis Final Instructions...
  
 
 L. Ron Hoover:
 
 If You Been
 
 Mod-o-fied,
 
 It's An Illusion,
 
 An Yer in Between
 
 Don't You Be
 
 Tarot-fied,
 
 It's Just a Lot of Nothin,'
 
 So What Can It Mean?
 
 If You Been
 
 Mod-o-fied,
 
 It's An Illusion,
 
 An Yer in Between
 
 Don't You Be
 
 Tarot-fied,
 
 It's Just a Lot of Nothin,
 
 So What Can It Mean?
 
 (Etc., Etc., Etc.)