At hotel OJ, OJ was walking around, when he saw Paper working on party hats.

OJ: "Wait! What if the hats were more cylindrical? Like-"

Paper: Like little glasses?

OJ: Exactly! And what if they were orange?

Paper: OJ, I love working together, but you always make everything about YOU. YOU win the season, YOU have a lawsuit, YOU have a building built in your image and named after YOU. It's like- Do I even exist?

OJ just stared in silence.

Paper: Uh, that's the part where you offer reassurance, OJ. OJ?

OJ: Does anyone hear that?

Lightbulb: Apparently there are a lot of mysterious sounds today. Why don't we try and make out own!

Lightbulb then proceeded to make a strange sound.

Lightbulb: Sorry, that could have been calmer.

Lightbulb then proceeded to make a calmer sound. OJ then started to back away.

OJ: I- It's coming closer.

Baseball: OJ, we don't hear anything.

OJ then proceeded to sit down in fear near the wall and plead and beg, before turning into an inanimate glass of orange juice, just like Pickle. Everyone except Lightbulb, screamed.

Lightbulb: it's okay, this must be an isolated incident, or I.I, for short. See, Paper? That's how you do an acronym, Okay?

Baseball: It can't be isolated. we know it also happened to Pickle.