mumble mumble

the 'Friends' title music plays, followed by the 2 second long - interval music - that punctuates different scenes of a sitcom plays.... thereafter the first scene plays out:

Glen Beck-Manzarek walks into the studio 1 -- 1-walled apartment to cheers and whoops from a pre-recorded studio audience:

'Jim!?, Jim O'Reilly-Morrison, are you here,' some twittering and super-brief giggling from the laugh-track follows.

Glen Beck-Manzarek finds O'Reilly-Morrison hanging from the windowsill outside only by his hands to support him... his body stretching down below...

the canned-laughter audience giggles some more as Beck-Manzarek helps O'Reilly-Morrison back onto dry land...

'Jim, one day if you keep on doing that you could end up getting urself killed, you know? that's a 5 storey fall to the street below down there, good grief!'

'hey i just swallowed 50 hits of LSD man, it's a miracle i'm alive anyway,' responded O'Reilly-Morrison.

canned laughter follows...

the two proceed to the kitchen to drink coffee and make more small-talk which is occasionally punctuated by odious canned laughter...

'Morrison, says Beck-Manzarek, 'some sheila came by this morning saying you knocked her up, she said she either wants money for an abortion or for you to raise the child.'

[more canned laughter follows along with a voice from out the window calling out to Morrison to face up to the impregnated situation]

Morrison-O'Reilly cracks open a beer, 'wow those walls are just the most amazing colors man, wow... so beautiful.... hey what was that? sure, just grab some money from the cookie jar and throw it down to her, it's not like the government should be paying for that.'

Beck-Manzarek grabs some money from the cookie jar and tosses it out the window to the pregnant lady...

'is that ok?' asks Beck-Manzarek out the window to the pregnant comer below...

more canned laughter

'oh and here, throw her this jar of apple-pulp in case she decides to have the kid,' says Morrison-O'Reilly tossing over a small jar of apple-pulp.

more canned laughter....

Manzarek-Beck drops the jar of apple pulp out the window whereon a breaking sound ensues...

more canned laughter....

'that was for the kid in case you decide to have it.... but it's all broken now, nevermind...'

more canned laughter....

'so what's the plan for tonite?' asked Morrison-O'Reilly, tying a Rambo-like bandanna around his forehead.

slight twittering sounds, not even a real canned laugh from the canned-laughter machine

'Jefferson Airplane is gonna headline for us in Frisco, real late.'

'Awesome,' responded Morrison-O'Reilly, 'frickin' Grace Slick, goddam' radical left-wing hippy pinhead.'

more canned laughter....

next Bobby Krieger comes thru the door....

pre-recorded sound track plays more excited studio audience whooping sounds....

'man am i stoned?' says Krieger as he approaches the fridge for a beer, 'i cannot believe how stoned i am...'

'wanna play see if you can eat more LSD than me in an hour?' asks Morrison-O'Reilly.

'no way man, are you insane?' asks Krieger horrified...

more canned laughter...