Hairy and sweaty, Froyo looks like he smells bad.
This is convenient, because he indeed does smell bad. I just bought him a case of Axe body spray for Christmas, hoping that he would get the hint.
"I need help" he says. "Fish wants a punch up on the 'Ruff Muff III: Mel in the Cell' script."
"Look man," I shrug dismissively as we enter my studio. "Just do what I always did. Add 'they fuck' somewhere randomly. Nobody cares."
"They already fucked."
"They fuck again," I says, starting the mixing equipment.
"They've fucked three times."
"Then they fuck somebody else."
Froyos eye widen. "That's brilliant" he says, scribbling into the notepad.
"Now if you will excuse me, I need to create a soundtrack for that, and three other movies by this afternoon."
"I really love the studio by the way," he says as he exits. "It is like an acoustic uterus."
Hence my new band name.
