<a DJ starts scratching a couple of records containing the Kari song "Your Octopus">

"I smell- I smell-
I-I-I smell- I smell--" (x4)

<keyboards starts to pick up>
"I smell- I smell--
(a mirror int- <scratch><scratchy><scratch> -puuuss.)"
(x4)

"a mirror- <scratch> -mirror <scratch> -mirror into your o-<scratchy><scratch><scratch><scratch> -puuuusss."

<the flute sample from the original "Weapon of Choice" by Fatboy Slim plays>

<Kari randomly plucks the bass guitar for about 20 seconds as she daydreams about flowers, but soon realizes where she is and starts singing into a vocorder>

Vocorded Kari <sounds like the "strange alien" voice she had in "Breeder". <cringe>):

Don't be shocked, by the tone, of my voicccccceeee

<the producer starts cringing the minute he hears her and drops to the floor>

Check out my new weapooooooon, Weapon of Choiccccceeeee

Don't be shocked, by the tone, of my voiccccccceee

<Meanwhile, outside the studio, a crowd of cats surround the building.>

Check out my new Weapooooooon, Weapon of Choicccccccceee
yeeaaahhhhh

<Even though the DJ is wearing headphones, the last sentence that Kari sang started him enough to make him hit one of the decks, causing it to cut to the chorus>

Kari <switching to normal voice>:

You can blow with this
<holds up Chap-Stick>
Or you can blow with that
<holds up chocolate syrup>
You can blow with this
<holds up whipped cream>
Or you can blow with that
<holds up fruit-flavored oil>
You can blow with this
<holds up mint-flavored condom>
Or you can blow with that
<holds up an ice cube>
Or you can blow with ME!
<licks lips>
(x2)

<sampled flute section>

Kari <back to horrible vocorder>:

Without good p-(bleep!), you won't attract the "woorrmm"
Without good p(ding dong!), you won't attract the worm
Without good p(meow), you won't attract the worm
Heh heh, if you don't have good p(riing), Haha you'll never learn

<Kari takes off and starts dancing around the studio, knocking over sound equipment and singing a very twisted version of "Your Octopus" using the evil vocorder>

Producer: Ugh... Uh, Kari... Kari...

<Kari still bounces around>

Producer: KARI!

Kari looks up and the music stops.

Producer: <sigh> Kari, just go home.

Kari: OK, then we'll work on the song tom...

Producer: Just. Go. Home. <rubs temples>

- HurriKain