[Alan Kirm plays his auto-tuned made version of Drake's song after tricking Josh into signing away creative rights, the boys are displeased]
What do you think?
Uh, well....
I hate it!
Yeah, that's not even my song. What'd you do to it?
Uh, we just had our best mixers and producers work on it 6 days straight. It's great.
But it's not the song you said you like.
Yeah, it is. It's just been improved.
No, it's been ruined!
Drake...
Look, don't "Drake" me! They can't do that to my song!
Sure, we can. We have a signed contract that gives us complete creative control.
Look, no, you don't! I didn't sign any contract.
Your manager did.
We'll let you guys discuss this privately.
[Alan and the others leave the room, while an enraged Drake gives a nervous Josh a bitter look]
Don't be mad...
I made a mistake.
How could you sign away creative control of my song?!
I was mesmerized by a giant shrimp!
You didn't read the contract, did you? How could you sign a contract without reading it?!
He said it was the standard stuff.
OH my god!
No, you won't!
Look, maybe I could fix--
No, you're not my manager anymore, alright?! YOU'RE FIRED! I mean it!
[Without another word, Josh sadly leaves the room, while Drake sits down and sulks]
Man, I have a headache.