Ivan Borovsky: Vadim, show Mother Russia how puny american song go.
** Vadim takes the chair and sits back down. Ivan brings over a mic and headphone for Vadim. The green screen becomes a studio. **
Ivan Borovsky: 3, 2, 1, on!
Vadim Borovsky: Your eyes beautiful. You are beautiful. I love you, beautiful gurl.
Ivan Borovsky: STOP STOP! What is gurl?
Vadim Borovsky: Gurl is new word for girl.
Ivan Borovsky: Ok, whatever. Restart. 3,2,1 on!
Vadim Borovsky: You so sexy gurl. You pretty. Your eyes so pretty. I love you, pretty gurl. Babe you belong with me.
** Vadim signal for the recording to finish. **
Ivan Borovsky: You changed lyrics again. It about love, it cheesy, it repetitive, and it super cliche anyway. Perfect.
** Vadim stands up and the green screen turns back to nothing. **
Vadim Borovsky: That our impression of how music in Puny English country are. Song always about love. So stupid. Same thing every time just change one word. Horrible music.
Ivan Borovsky: Strong Russia give good deep song, no unoriginal crap. Again, in Russia we not repetitive.
Vadim Borovsky: We cleanse these stupid English custom. Vadim can't do no more. Too painful.
Ivan Borovsky: Agree. Ivan out.
** The brothers smash up all the props and leave. **