Oh, look at that. The Tiny Squares of Girls and Fun are now the Tiny Squares of Girls, Boys, Fun, et al. Welcome to Popstars 2: Battery-Operated Boogaloo (Some Assembly Required).

New York. The DJ from Z100 babbles on about the process, and the show, and basically says the same thing I just said over the past three pages. I think I just saw a guy who went to my college. A girl has her hair in clips and pins. She explains to us that she can look ugly overnight while she waits, and then tomorrow at her audition she will be beautiful.

Security has to hold back hos and bitches using megaphones and brute force. ["The security is using megaphones and brute force, not the hos. I assume. I was watching Survivor" -- Wing Chun] It's hard to explain to one blonde what a "line" is. She's like, "Where's the line? Where's the line? Liar. I don't see any coke around." Oh, I see. They've just given the DJ the lines the narrator would normally say, so I don't harsh on the narrator as much. Okay, Mr. DJ. I get it. I'll cut you some slack. You already have enough sadness, what with your career choice of being a professional tool. Boys babble about being tired and wanting to do their best. I'm bored. The narrator cuts in here to piss me off: "The auditioners know their mission today is to wow the judges." Three girls sing.