{Germaine lays prone in a sunlit room, reading a book. She wears only a thong for clothing. Foamy appears.}
Foamy:{singing to Germaine} Hey.... I just wrote a song about something that's wrong. And it starts with your ass. 'Cause it's blowing up fast. Well... I'm surprised you can fit into this room with your giant fat ass and your bra-less boobs. It's such a sad sight to see that face {Foamy quickly pulls a sign reading "FAT" out of nowhere and sticks it in Germaine's butt, spraying blood everywhere. Germaine moans and has a pained expression on her face.} while your giant fat ass is engulfing the place. So.... It's time you took a Twinkie out of your lips. It's gone to your thighs and straight to your hips. Stop eating now, before it's too late. Just have a salad and a couple of grapes! {speaking} You fat bastard! Stop eating.
Germaine:{angrily} That song sucks.
Foamy:{stutters} You don't like it because it's based on truth.
Germaine:{angrily} The worst song ever.
Foamy: Like you have any talent. All you can do is put things in your mouth. And no, I'm not going to make a comment on an obvious joke. {offscreen} That's what makes me better than everybody else. Bastard.
