Stefani watches from the back of the room as they get it all together – and for the remainder of this second – looking like somebody's peeing on her. I really hate that she's going to go out this way, because she's the best. And I cannot believe she's really that much of a secret bitch. They cut the stuff together with the music per Tim's great idea, and James is like: "OH! I GET IT! MOVING PICTURES PLUS SOUND! THIS WILL REVOLUTIONIZE ENTERTAINMENT AS WE KNOW IT! CALL MY PATENT LAWYER!" Frank screams for us to show him the money, and I just... he wins. I love you, cretin. The stupider, dumber, more irritating you get, the more I just don't have any defenses for it. Fucking bring it on. Test me. I know you're going to, so do it. Next week I want you doing every horrible thing you can think of, double, at the top of your lungs. I can do this all night, motherfucker. They're all so tired. It's so sad. Tim's eyes are glassy, Frank doesn't know where half his limbs are, James is nodding out... and Tim gets a little Muna happening. The dialogue is too loud... Frank and James think it's perfect the way it is.