Now I know this is going to aurally blow for most anyone that remembers the original music on this jolly ole segment (“Panic,” by The Smiths), but in the infamous words of Rick Kosick, “You can suck it!” Better yet, “Go fuck yourself!” No, I’m actually quite pissed about this, too. I mean, it’s a real pisser that the tube stop for Mudchute does not have a bit of Morrissey to accompany it. That’s like Mianus without a Jack Russell terrier in it. Or a Def Leppard tribute band with a two-armed drummer. But Chris Pontius is still the most lovable chap you could find on Union Jacked wheels in London, so if you happen to feel the psychotic urge to hang somebody while listening to the replacement track and ripping your knickers, please, do not make it the DJ. Instead, how about that cheap bloke who didn’t see fit to pony up the pound sterling to properly license the original music for DVD use in the first place? Someone should have panicked over that decision back in 2002, but too bad we just couldn’t be arsed to do it while trying to finish up jackass the movie.