Perhaps I need to stop using that word with this show, but I don't know any other words. And even if I tried, Johnny would still just be like this open dare from the universe.

HOOK CHALLENGE

Rapping. About superpowers.

What's to add to that?

Guest judge this week is Rodney "Darkchild" Jerkins, who seems like a sweet enough fellow. The kids all go crazy about this, because they are part of this industry and need to know who these people are, so I guess he's important. Michael Jackson, the Black-Eyed Peas, and Lady Gaga. Quite a heady mixture, that particular mélange. I don't know that I would ever admit to people that I worked with the Black-Eyed Peas, but at least the other two are music.

Johnny: "He's the ish!"
Johnny: "Now there's the real danger of looking like a douche tool."

(Rewind less than one second.)

Johnny: "He's the ish!"
Johnny: "Now there's the real danger of looking like a douche tool."

SEE HOW THAT WORKS?

Brian makes that face he makes, and they all grab notebooks and split off to do some songwriting. I do not want to see these motherfuckers rap. I do not want to see these motherfuckers rap. I do not want to see these motherfuckers rap.

Sonyae: "Much like every other week, this week's musical style is central to what Sonyae is about."

Let's play a game while they work. What would your superpower be? I would like the superpower of, Everybody Does What I Say Or Else.

Alternately, I would like the power of figuring my shit out without a bunch of foolin' around. Like say you are bad with money, you would just sit down and turn on this power and boom: Ten years of therapy in one second, no learning curve, no weird drunk Amazon blitzes in the middle of the night, no post-college collection-agency shame calls. You're just good with money after that, the end.

Oh, I just hate the taste of broccoli, you say, you sit down and flick the switch and then boom: Broccoli is delicious. Chock full of vitamins and nutrients like always, only it doesn't taste like the self-hatred of a gay evangelical pastor anymore.

Doesn't that sound like an awesome power? "Stop sleeping with guys who have girlfriends," you say firmly into the mirror, and then the next thing you know, boom: Married to Neil Patrick Harris and nobody's smashing in your car windows or hacking into your email or getting knocked up just to annoy you. None of this "once bitten"/"fool me once" nonsense: Bite me zero. Fool me zero.