Los Amigos Invisibles

Snook: Welcome to the intro for this Los Amigos.. cd
Vingoe: Don't you mean album?
S: Shhh.. no one expects it to be an album
V: NOBODY WILL BUY ANOTHER ALBUM! do-yuuuu
S: For the benefit of the Radio Audience..ignore what you just heard.
S: Welcome to the intro for this Los Amigos album.
V: Brought to you by the pointless company
S: The same people who brought you the inflatable anchor,
V: The solar powered teacake
S: And..politics
S: Right. I think. Before we brainstorm
V: AHHH! STORM! BRAIN! AHHHH!!
S: MUST THIS HAPPEN EVERY TIME?!?
V: Sorry I get carried away. I take things too literally sometimes
S: Anyway. I think we should first discuss our legions of fans.
V: How many are there?
S: I'm not good at estimating, but I'd have to say about 6 billion!
V: So all of 2 people then?
S: Yes..we used to have fans. We priced Chris out of the market. Ben lost all his money on gambling debts. And Rachel was a our groupie, but then she heard us sing.
V: Oh..shame really.
S: Maybe we should offer lubricant with our albums to boost sales.
V: Bah. There's no time for lubricant.
S: THERE'S ALWAYS TIME FOR LUBRICANT!!!
S: Anyway..Back to the brain..map
V: AHHH MAPS!!
S: Sorry sorry! I forgot your chronic fear of maps. You can be really stupid with some of your fears sometimes.
V: Excuse me! Envelopes!
S: AHHHH!
V: Calm down. Calm down. We'll just have to do the spider diagram.
S: Yeh. Good idea. Who could be scared of spiders? pfft
V: I also have a fear of axe-wielding maniacs.
S: Oh the irrational fears people have.
V: Ok. So what ideas do we got for the album?
S: I was thinking something along the lines of 'Songs about pain' or something jolly like that.
V: How about songs about..wayne?
S: Songs about spain?
...nah
V: Songs about brains?
...nah
S: Songs about rain?
...nah
V: That's it! Songs about trains!
S: That's it! Unemployment!
V: No. No. That's not what I, I
S: Well done Rob. You get 50\% of the profits!
V: Oooo. What's 50\% of zero?
S: I'll look it up someday.
V: Unemployment it is then...dumbass