"and now we meet in an abandoned studio We hear the playback and it seems so long ago and you remember the jingles used to go..."
While the male singer grips the microphone and minces around an abandoned studio lit with orange neon, a harem of blond women in sequined red bikinis crawl and moan on the ground at his feet.
REID: Cool! That dude is psyched!
RITA: Shut up, roadkill. This is misogynist swill.
REID: But it's cool.