Next up is Rodeo, who is wearing, like, a stripper ballgown. Bret asks her if she's ready to give it to him, musically speaking, and she replies with her patented, "Nnn HUH HUH HUH HUH! Nnn huh HUH HUH HUH!" She says that contributing to Bret's music is a dream come true, and adds that it's almost like they were in tune together. "Almost" being the operative word. But the great part about Rodeo is that she doesn't even have to sing! She just moans roughly on beat. Don Was -- who I'm sure has seen some crazy bitches in his day -- just laughs. Rodeo interviews, "Oh my God, did I get aroused. Oh, shit! Nnn HUH HUH HUH HUH! Nnn huh HUH HUH HUH!" This is followed by "I'm turned on. I could actually have an orgasm if I had to. Nnn HUH HUH HUH HUH! Nnn huh HUH HUH HUH! I'm sorry." Oh, Rodeo. Believe you me, I am sorry, too. Lacey doesn't see Rodeo as a threat at all, but her eons-long makeout session with Bret on the couch might suggest that, in fact, she is. However, the batshit crazy factor might bear out Lacey's point.

Finally, there is Erin. Her clown tit-to-waist ratio is really something to behold. She is not musically inclined and has no experience in the studio. What does Bret think of this? You guessed it. Turn-on. A beard thicker than Don Was's? Turn-on. A goiter mysteriously coming out of the left armpit? Turn-on. Bret gets behind Erin as she writhes and does dirty nanny speak into the microphone. He then interviews, totally seriously, "Her moaning and groaning actually brought the song to a new level." Tchaikovsky once said the same. Erin talks to Bret about how she's smart and not that aggressive and sexual but not a slut and he admits to us that he can't take his eyes off of her clown tits. And, I mean, if you have honeydew-sized knockers, I think that's part of the goal, so you can't fault the guy for this.