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Fez: I am telling you, I heard it. The devil is singing backwards on the record.
Hyde: [coughs] It's not the devil, man. It's Congress. They passed a secret law to put backward messages in our records, man. They want to kill rock and roll because they know it makes us horny, man.
Eric: Doesn't, uh... Doesn't pretty much everything make us horny?
Kelso: Cartoons make me horny. Oh, and food.
Fez: When you play the record backwards, you can hear the devil speak. I am starting to hear him everywhere. [whimpers]
Hyde: [incoherent chattering]
[After the camera pans over to Eric, it pans counter-clockwise back to Hyde]
Hyde: Satan is your master, Fez. Worship Satan.
Fez: [whining]
Hyde: Before you worship Satan, get him a cherry pop. Get Satan a cherry pop. Get Satan a cherry pop. A pop, man. Get me a pop. Fez, man, get me a pop!
Fez: Oh, I'm sorry. I misunderstood.
Hyde: Satan's second choice is root beer.
Fez: Ay!