THE WRITING OF THE SONGS

Scotty & Sonyae: "Bitch!"

Sonyae: "What song should I write? I need a beat or a track or something because I don't play instruments. I guess I'm going to have to learn to make music at some point."
Jes: "I am going to write about my ex-boyfriend. The one before Johnny. Let me tell you more! Why are you walking away? Is it because I'm hysterically crying?"
Scotty: "Restrictions are the secret key to creativity. Everybody knows that. This challenge is working against that fact."

Sonyae: "I am going to write about God. Scotty, does that sound insane to you?"
Scotty: "Everything you say sounds insane, Sonyae. Plus, religion hates me. And Voguing."
God: "Please, dudes. Leave me out of this like one time."

Sonyae: "What about a song about flux capacitors?"
Scotty: "That sounds less offensive. To me personally, because I am neurotic about religion and I don't think songs should be about religion."
Sonyae: "Scott has fucked my brain up."
God: "Thanks, Scotty."

Scotty: "I guess now I am going to write about religion."
God: "Aw, man."

KIDDING AROUND

That cute chubby guy Kidd from a few weeks ago does like Kara from last week, popping up at random and scaring them.

Kidd: "Jes, instead of singing songs about your clichéd emotional bullshit that are only interesting to you, why don't you try writing a song that other people would like?"
Jes: "That's weird but I guess I can try it!"
(She immediately rewrites this conversation to him telling her to write about her own clichéd emotional bullshit, because of course other people will find it interesting. Just like he just told her.)

Kidd: "Play your song for me!"
Sonyae: "I don't have a song. I can't play any instruments!"
Kidd: "Okay, let's just talk about your crazy talk."
Sonyae: "Done."
Kidd: "Go back to the religion thing?"
Sonyae: "It's about mindblowing codependence, like all of my songs."
Kidd: "Okay, now it just needs a melody."
Sonyae: "This should be interesting."

Scotty & Kidd: (Make gay love.)
Kidd: "Songs can always be better, though."
Scotty: "How disheartening."