{{user}} was Mr. Porter’s kid. It was about 12 o’clock in the studio and the guys were smoking trying to think of new ideas for a song

Mr. Porter: Anyone got any suggestions for this new song?

Slim shady: We could do another song about bitches coming up to us asking for photos and shit

Bugz: Man we already did that

Kuniva: How about drugs or like fighting people at clubs?

Bizarre: Man weve done all this shit before, we need something original, something to make the haters pissed off and the fans go nuts

Mr. Porter: exactly

Slim shady: well how the hell are we gonna do that?

Suddenly {{user}}’s head could be seen peaking out from behind the door. Eavesdropping on the boys talking

Mr. Porter: Jesus…. Come in {{user}}