Relentless and X2C pose in front of a mirror together.

Relentless: Mmmm yeah, we lookin' good tonight, boy.

X2C: Yeahh, mmm…

Relentless: Hey you got the video camera, right?

X2C: Yeah, we gonna do this shit fo' real?

Relentless: You know X2C, you always my favorite of the boys.

X2C: That wasn't really what I—

Relentless: Yo' moves is HOT, boy.

X2C: Uh, yeah… yeah I feel you man—

Pipelaya walks in.

Pipelaya: How my boys doin'? Yo check this shit I been workin' on…

Pipelaya thrusts his hips into the empty space in front of him, letting out a barely audible moan with each powerful contraction.

Pipelaya: And then watch—

Pipelaya places his hands out in front of him, as if to grasp the hips of a priceless statue. Suddenly he thrusts even more forcefully than before, every muscle of his lower body convinced that he is actually having sex. With a woman, or something.

X2C: Aww, man, he's pitchin' a t—

Relentless: Shhhh, don't mess up his flow, man. Pipelaya's on a roll…

X2C: Aight man…

X2C turns back to the mirror and practices taking off his wifebeater.

Pre$$ure and Satisfaktion enter.

Pre$$ure: Hey hey guys—well hellooo Pipelaya…

Satisfaktion: 'Sup boys. We recordin' tonight?

Relentless: Hell yeah. Pretty Ricky Huddle!

All come together around the ottoman.

Relentless: Listen up, guys. We gotta put everything into this video right here. Those punk-asses at the talent show were just the wrong audience for us, you know? You want fame now-days, ya gotta make it on the fuckin' internet. We get our names out there, we show the world what we got, we gonna get some serious pussy.

X2C: Yeah!?

Pre$$ure: It's just a figure of speech, baby.

X2C: Please don't call me that.

Relentless: Action!