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Had no idea I was recording but here's what I got after like 6 minutes of my stomach gurgling and some extremely uncomfortable shallow breathing.

Somebody should tell her.

Can you walk my dog

Before we fuck?

My girl's not home.

Wanna walk my dog.

My neighbor is cheating on his girl but that's not my business.

YOU LET HER WALK OUR DOG!!!?

BEFORE:

V.O.

That's not my neighbor…

[an evil blonde girl with blue eyes smiles maliciously as she exits the building walking a small black dog]

…But that's their dog.

LATER THAT NIGHT.

V.O.

I heard them fucking through the paper thin walls of the apartment.

That is definitely not my neighbor.

…somebody should tell her.

YOU LET HER WALK OUR DOG?!

That is not my business.

Gee, God, I thought you'd never show up.

[ensues Horrible guitar playing with acrylic nails]

Self

You never employ these two fingers.

Also Self

Cause they don't work.

Try medicating that.

They would try!

(No thanks, I'll do it myself.)

Dumb twat.

I don't want to call people that…

Thats's just what I am.

Yo.

Somebody tell her!

Somebody tell her!

…that's not my business.

Maybe she already know.

Cabinet slamming is a nasty business!

YOU LET THAT BITCH WALK OUR DOOOOOG?!

Yo, fuck that dog.

Ugly ass chihuahua.

[ensues more bad guitar playing with acrylic nails.]

[basic ass surf music and some suspicious ass licks]

[atrocious traffic noise]

Jack went down the rabbit hole

Jill came back and asked for more

Then she saw that Jack was gone

[over all]

After all she all,

She carried on

After all, she carried on

After all she carried on

After all she carried on.

Heheheh.

[ghetto people yelling in the street like animals]

Jack flew down the wishing well…

[car honking that always honks whenever I try to make music and start succeeding (but never actually leaves the lot.)]

What happened first?

Uh. Jack went down the rabbit hole.

Yeah. And then?

Auh— [nothing], Jill didn't follow him. She just carried on.

Jack flew down the wishing well.

[the traffic pics up; the ghetto people start acting a fool. Yes. My windows are closed. My focus is broken by the noise.]

Crème filling!

Nothing but— crème filling!

Oh! I want a croissant.

A wonderful croissant with butter

And Crème filling.

A wonderful croissant

With butter!

And crème filling

especially when—

—rare!

Especially when!

Crème filling.

Crème filling.

A croissant.

What kind of croissant.

A delicious croissant.

With— butter!

—and

A — special—

No—

Delicious—

With—

Butter

And

Crème filling.

A—

Delicious croissant

With butter

And

Crème

Filling

Where are we from?

Obviously this place is hell.

Why am I here

Why am I here

Why am I here