COCONUT SLICE KISSED BRANDON.

AND BRANDON LIKED IT. HE LIKED PIÑAS FIBROUS MILKY KISSES. HE LIKED THE THREE INDENTATIONS ON HER SKULL THAT REMINDED HIM

of the time PIÑAS and himself, BRANDON, got matching trepanning at the mall Tribal Beat Parlor. With no evil spirits (or short-term memory) to muck up their relationship,

they still believed they were a couple even though PIÑAS had moved back to Patagonia 2 years ago. BRANDON still heard his voices but he had trained them to all talk in tandem.

So now, Brandon's mind voices spoke in a chorus of choir songs. Simply singing out their hearts whenever they went to music festivals.

A music exec from RCA happened to overhear Brandon's mind voice choir singing while he attended Coachella and offered to sign them on the spot. The choir improvised a musical reply

. To fully absorb the complex response, the music exec had to follow specific instructions. At the stroke of ten, he donned a special VR headset + phones, and stepped blindly into

the door, causing a concussion. Darkness came over the music exec like a swift fog and suddenly he thought he saw Liza Minelli's head speaking to him from a pizza box. "Help me,"

She said as the pepperoni was placed on top of her. The King of Romania was quick to remove the excess pepperoni. Liza minelli thanked him and asked how to return the favours. He

looked at her with hungry eyes. "The best part of a pizza is the cheese my deer, why don't you be a sweet little thing and..." he Shoved her into a vat of boiling cheese, "yum!"