Somnambulist

Take a morsel of early King Crimson, bake it into a muffin with pretentious-era Emerson Lake and Palmer, get in a time machine, travel back (or is it forward?) to any North American shopping mall circa 1983, and go straight to the video game arcade. Find the skid that is conquering Galaxian while listening to Deep Purple with a walkman and feed him this custom pastry. Wait and see what happens. The shit that will come out his ass will look like Queensrÿche and a late '80s reformation of Yes. No?