'Cut the...'

Aaron looks around the room, making sure nobody is around before leaning in closely to the camera, in a whispered voice.

'Cut the sh*t? Dude, I'm like Popeye. I am what I am. Doesn't anybody understand that? Their is nothing more to Aaron Axl than what you're looking at right now. I'm all about drugs, sex, and rock 'n' roll.'

Aaron looks down at the floor, questioning himself.

'Ok, maybe not the drugs.'

Once again, confusion upon his face.

'Or the sex...But definately rock 'n' roll! What I'm trying to say, empty guy, is that I'm a very simple person with a very excessive lifestyle and personality. Hell, you've only got one life, you might as well live it up! I mean, I think back to the days I was in the studio with the guys, and images of Dan playing 'Grind My Tool' while drunk off his ass come to mind. I mean, I think of the fun I have with Bret Micheals..'

Aaron trails off from his comments, his eyes glazing over and throat lumping up.

'Mercury needs some fun. Mercury needs to learn how to party! And Hollow, you are the perfect example of the somber attitude around this joint that needs to leave. You lost the woman, so what? I've got groupies in almost every city...in Germany, and I don't even know half of their names? Women aren't supposed to make us fall to our knees, it's the other way around!'

'So Hollow, after I put a heavy duty beating on your ass, how about you and me hop the next flight to Germany, and I educate you on the finer aspects of kielbasa sausage, yah?'

Aaron winks at the camera before going back to work on his fender-strat, the camera fading out as Axl is about to break into song.