Hey Cex. What's up?

Hey, Jermy Devine. Good to see you, man. What's up?

Cex, could you come in here and have a seat please? Vanessa, shut the door.

So what's up man, how's orders looking for the first week?

It would be better if you gave me nothing at all. This album is less then nothing. I can't sell this fucking record. Do you know what's happening to me out there?

What's the problem?

Bjork told me to go fuck myself.

Who's Bjork?

Aquarias Records told me to shove this record up my ass. Do you know what it feels like to be told to have a record shoved up your ass?

Uh...

I'm gonna lose my fucking job over this. You know why Radiohead's record was so successful?

Well...

They're singing about homosexuals and Vicodin. You're rapping about dodgeball and bicycles.

C'mon!

And have you been in my office again? Look at this desk, there's a spring busted out of it-

I'm sorry, I'll clean in up later.

It's all messed up and broken.

Look...

Either change the record or it's not coming out.

Well, wait...

Get the fuck out of my office!

What am I supposed to do?

Now!

God.