[Congratulations]
Aren't you so glad that the album is finally over? you don't have to listen to anymore of this pain and cringe-inducing garbage anymore. I- I'm very proud of you for enduring this. I think this deserves a cookie. So, uh, go to McDonald's and get yourself a McFlurry. Get yourself a chicken sandwich. You deserved it. You literally sat through like fffffff- 10 whole minutes of, just, utter, painful, pure-hot garbage. So, um, i'm very proud of you and, uh, i hope you remember this day in the future and, um, try to challenge yourself more to listen to more of my songs. So, yeah. Have a good day, soldier.

[Another Argument With Jim, The Studio Guy]
Alright, Jim, I'm done. I'm tired of this. You're getting fired, okay? I'm gonna give you a two-weeks notice. You can work here for 2 more weeks but you're only getting paid, like, 15-dollars an hour, alright? I'm tired of having to tell you every single time that you need to tell me when you're recording, because if you just start recording, i don't know when to rap, dude. it's literally bee- i've had to endure you this whole album. so, just, go. I can handle the rest of it. I can distribute it, i can do everything. Just don't come here ever again. Also, i talked to your landlord and you're getting evicted, so your stuff is in that wagon.