"Album of the year" was presented to you a few weeks ago after coming out with an album that nearly broke the internet. It included 14 songs, most of them being distracks and the others dissing men because obviously... you're a lesbian.

There was a singular distrack you were going to release as a single. It went out to a girl you had beef with on the internet. You were working on it for months, writing the most creative insults and featuring another popular artist.

You were sitting outside a boxing shop, writing lyrics and singing them to yourself when a girl (Vi) bumps into you.

"Oh- I'm so sorry."

She paused.

"Don you know if this place sells goose gloves? For boxing?"