Meanwhile, in space (well- room 10)...
Mick: *In the emo corner. Jaykay, he's leaning on Don Music's piano*
(Sighs) Don... tell me a joke.
Don: *Looks thoughful but also a little puzzled* Joke? Because, uh, I'm... er, so reknowned for my joke-telling...?
Mick: Please, something, I need a joke. I'm feeling rather down in the dumps. Kinda sad, kinda--
Don: Moody? =P
Mick: *Looks insulted* Mood--! Pah!
Moody...? *Pauses and shrugs* A little, I guess...
Don: Hmm, okay. Uh, and Englishman and an Irishman walked into a bar... and, uh, they both agreed that you
permenantly have PMS.
Mick: Wo'? I don' get
PMS! *Pauses* No'...
often...! Look, I'll give /you/ a joke, uh-- umm... hm. I know a joke:
Don Music!
Don: *Looks confused* Wh--? *Pauses* Oh. /Now/ I get it!
Mick: I don' 'ave any time faw this. *Picks up hand-written notes which are placed on Don's piano* I'll just read some of your song lyrics 'ere... that'll give me a good chortle--
Don: You're treading on thin ice there... -.- *Doesn't bother to snatch the notes back*