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I wasn't talking to you.

Well, you didn't specify. I doubt anyone would want to anyway.

It's a euphemism, Bret. Batteries aren't really batteries.

Yeah? What are they a euphemism for then?

Sex, Bret. It's sex. Lady and man sex.

So... you're telling people to lick your lady-man sex? How are they supposed to do that?

NO! People lick during sex. It's a scientific fact.

Jemaine, I thought you had a girlfriend. Why would you go around telling everyone that they should lick you while they have lady-man sex with you?

They are sexy lyrics. Sex sells, Bret. People will like our songs if they are about what happens during business time.

Not all of our songs about sex. At least the ones I write aren't.

That's why people don't like us. I've decided.

They don't like us because you don't have any people skills. You're rude to everyone.

Shut up. You obviously don't know anything about the way the music business works.

You're even rude to your best mate. Maybe you should just go back to using the tape. I'm obviously not cut out to be in your band.

Don't tell me you're wanting to quit. Again.

But that doesn't go anywhere. It just says Boo.