INT. RECORDING STUDIO – VERY EARLY MORNING

The PRODUCER sits on the floor, with his back up against the couch.  He’s unconscious and his breathing is shallow.  The camera pans to the doorway, where a shadowy figure appears. 

— [doorway flies open] —

DJ 3000: OH, GOOD, YOU MADE IT.  THANKS FOR COMING.

BLAKE BORTLES: Porso puesto! Anything for a friend.

DJ 3000: HE’S IN PRETTY BAD SHAPE.

BLAKE BORTLES: So I can see.

DJ 3000: CAN YOU TRY TO GET HIM TO WAKE UP?

BLAKE BORTLES: Sure, I can…

Suddenly, the room darkens.  BLAKE BORTLES tears off his mask.

BLAKE BORTLES: Ugh, fuck this mask shit.  Fucking masks are for pussies.

DJ 3000: PLEASE PUT THE MASK BACK ON, IT WILL HELP PROTECT…

BLAKE BORTLES: Yeah, yeah, it’ll help protect weaklings like this guy.  I’m young and healthy; I’ll be fine.  I’m not gonna wear a mask just to keep someone else from getting sick. If they’re so worried about getting sick they should stay inside.

DJ 3000: HE HAS BEEN STAYING INSIDE FOR THE LAST TWELVE WEEKS!  IN FACT…

BLAKE BORTLES: [spits into a nearby trash can] Listen, DJ Speak-and-Spell, I don’t give a shit.  You can take your sob story and shove it up…

The room brightens, and BLAKE BORTLES’ face softens with concerns.  He heads over to where the PRODUCER is slumped over and gently taps him his foot.

BLAKE BORTLES: Wake up, buddy.

The PRODUCER’s eyelids flutter and his eyes slowly open.  They are very red.

PRODUCER: Oh.  Wow.  It’s you.

BLAKE BORTLES: Uh, yup. It’s me.  I’m here to help.

PRODUCER: How come you didn’t come walking through the mist like all the other guys?

BLAKE BORTLES: [glances at DJ 3000] Wait, what?

DJ 3000: JUST GO WITH IT.

BLAKE BORTLES: How many more doses does he need?

DJ 3000: FOUR MORE.

The room darkens again.

BLAKE BORTLES: HEY FRESHMAN? DO YOU WANT TO PLEDGE THIS FRAT OR WHAT?

BLAKE BORTLES grabs one of the four remaining doses of ethanol and twists open the cap.

BLAKE BORTLES: Open wide, lightweight!

BLAKE BORTLES grabs the PRODUCER by the back of the neck and shoves the bottle in his face, forcing him to drink down its contents.

PRODUCER: [sputters and coughs]

The room brightens.

BLAKE BORTLES: Wow, he’s in a really bad way.

DJ 3000: IT’S NECESSARY, UNFORTUNATELY.  CAN YOU STICK AROUND TO SEE THIS THROUGH?

BLAKE BORTLES: Of course!  I could never turn my back on someone who was in trouble.  I didn’t bring much to keep myself occupied with, though.  Got anything to read?

DJ 3000: HOW ABOUT I PLAY US SOME MUSIC?

BLAKE BORTLES: Oh, great idea!

DJ 3000: GOT ANY REQUESTS?

BLAKE BORTLES: Well, I like pretty much everything.  But you know what I like best? Songs that have alliteration in them.  Can we play a few like that?

DJ 3000: SURE!  I’VE GOT SOMETHING PERFECT FOR THAT.  IN FACT, TWO SONGS – LET’S MAKE IT A DOUBLE SHOT…I MEAN DOUBLE DOSE!

Today’s theme is: Alliteration.  We’re looking for songs that heavily utilize the literary technique of repeating letters/sounds.  Bonus points if the band name uses alliteration too.  I’ve gotten us started with a pair from Modest Mouse.  Post links as “https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=,ch4m3Le0n” and they should embed in the comments after you refresh.