Tea: Twang, twang twang twang...
Matt: Okay, so, we're done, right?
Jono: Hang on, I gotta get that other guitar bit done up...
(Sound of Jono playing his guitar)
Tea: Hold on, hold on, are we happy with what we did?
(Guitar stops)
Jono: No.
Matt: Why not?
Jono: We fucked it up
Sean: Anyone seen my Coke? I lost it again...
Tea: What did we fuck up?
Jono: My playing sucked on those last two tracks, your
voice sounds like it's going to crack...
Matt: Mine? Or his?
Sean: Both, probably...
Tea: You know what? Far as I'm concerned, we're done.
(Yells out) We're done Chris!
Jono: No, guys...
Chris: Fine. Well, you can go now.
Matt: Right.
Jono: No, hang on, we can't just fuck off yet....
Matt: Why not?
Tea: We fucking can, and we fucking will...
(Sound of footsteps leaving, a door opening and closing)
Jono: Guys! Fellas! C'mon.... ahhh...
Chris: You can go too, now, Jon.
Sean: Screw this, I'm going to get food.
Jono: Fine.
(Repeat sound of footsteps, and door opening and closing. The cricket-chirping silence noise- think Daffy Duck greeting an audience- then starts up, and fades the track out)