*Random Superman Scream* "You triggered that early we’re not ready" "Nor are we french" "sorry" "we should warmup first" *Practicing drum solos, someone going "Yeah", Click track starts* "No, no, it’s 300 BPM not 200" "Yo you got that drum and base loop ready" "Yeah how long should we play it?" "Eh.. at least a full minute by itself" *kazoo humming the melody* "I think we should switch it out with the saxophone." *Toy Saxaphone plays* "hmm… still missing something" "why not both?" *Kazoo and saxophone harmonize* "perfect" "The boys are here, drinking their… what was it?" "Drinking their ice cold beer" "oh yeah, of course. on every single verse, okay" *says it a couple times* "So why are we pretending to be Flume?" "I don’t know it was in the essay, make sure to wait 15 seconds before saying it" "…okay?" "We need a screaming and wailing sample" "How about this one? It’s called 'Screaming and Wailing" "What are we, the avalanches?" "And a one, and a two, and a one two three fo-" "GUYS HOW DO I DEJAY" "Just press the play button! That’s literally all you have to do! Just kinda… Lipsync with your fingers I guess… That’s what we’re doing" "OKAY. WILL BE GUD DEJAY FOR YOU" "yeah, yeah… make the phat beats… sure" "(Geez, where did you find this guy?)" "(from the dollar store, we’re broke you know)" "Can we just start the stupid song now? Please?"

It starts as a country song, Avcii style but worse, as it goes intense in the banjos and the Southern man singing about drinking beer in his truck, it drops into a generic drum n' bass, the most generic drum n' bass loop on repeat. 5 minutes later it suddenly stops, going into an exact repeat of the intro country jam. At the drop it suddenly goes into dubstep, the volume raises way above what the song was earlier. There's a kick going at 300 BPM but other than that it's just whaling and screaming and nails on chalkboard. 5 minutes later it goes into yet another repeat of the rising country, near the end you hear 3 men start saying "yeah" "here we go" "we gonna pop this joint". At the drop, it goes into a random studio drum solo, overlaid with the 3 men rapping. Individually saying a different profanity, over and over speaking over each other without following the nonexistent tempo of the drum solo. After those 5 minutes of needless expletives it gently goes into a 20 second piano outro. Then you hear the third repeat of the annoying country rising jam, except it's slightly different and somehow becomes more intense as it leads to the final drop, except there is none. ala "Touch"*** it just suddenly cuts audio, followed by an old lady bickering the phrase: "Hi... I'm flume, and... Uh.... This is the end of the album. Hurray." ***Touch by Daft Punk

(The Meow from Hell)

(Possibly one of the hardest songs to do justice in Acapella form)

In point five miles, turn left on the I-15. Turn left on the I-15. In two miles, take exit 11 to Cancer Avenue. Take exit 11 to Cancer Avenue. Your destination will be on your left. Rerouting… Make a U-turn on the intersection of Cancer Avenue and Camino de Pantelones. Rerouting… Make a U-turn on the intersection of Cancer Avenue and Abode Load Road. Rerouting… Ram this car into a traffic pole if you honestly don’t care about making it to work on time.

(Carl Weezer: "aaahhhh")

"I Love You" (Time Passes) "I Hate You"

Is true love a lie, or am I the only guy, unlucky, because, she was the one who left me. And all these memories that we would share across the stars in passionate moments of flavor. To good to be true. Why did you leave me? Was it just not meant to be? No longer, lovers, without a chance to amend. When we first met each other at Taco Bell™ I could have never guessed that I would soon lose you. Left me for another. Baby. Why’d you leave me alone? Why’d you leave me so alone? Why’d You leave me baby? Thought we had a deal, for a dollar forty-nine, to have you, with me, right on the passenger seat. I don’t understand how on the ten minute drive home that you disappeared completely and I, was left for another. Baby. Why’d you leave me alone? Why’d you leave me so alone? Why’d You leave me baby? Why? Carne asada between two tortillas. Betrayed at my most vulnerable point of total starvation. I don’t understand how on my passenger seat you disappeared without a trace to where you could have hidden from me. Oh. It. Hurts. So Hungry. Please. Return to me babe. Get. In. My belly. Please, don’t leave me baby. Only a dollar forty-nine at Taco Bell™ , oh so divine, except you never loved me, no. Why’d you leave me burrito? (x25)

(What we were all secretly wishing for)