Manager:  Kreashy baby, thanks for coming into the office. Kreashyshawn:  Blam Blam. Manager:  Haha, blam blam is right. I’ll get right to it. I need you to tame down your fashion sense. Kreashyshawn: Aw hell no. Manager:  Kreashy, your wearing a red rubber boot as a hat right now. Kreashyshawn: Shit’s tight yo. Manager:  And yesterday, you showed up naked at a Goodwill store and got dressed by running through the racks. You came out wearing a fur coat, a unitard and an oven mitt. Kreashyshawn:  I wore the oven mitt because my shit is hot. Manager:  You look like you get dressed by falling into a hamper every morning. There’s a fine line between dressing cool and dressing like a fucking idiot. I know your entire generation dresses like they’re playing a game called “No, I’m wearing the most interesting thing!”, but we have to be careful not to go too far. There can only be one Lady Gaga. Kreashyshawn: Like the Highlander? Manager:  Exactly. 

Manager:  Kreashy baby, thanks for coming into the office.

Kreashyshawn:  Blam Blam.

Manager:  Haha, blam blam is right. I’ll get right to it. I need you to tame down your fashion sense.

Kreashyshawn: Aw hell no.

Manager:  Kreashy, your wearing a red rubber boot as a hat right now.

Kreashyshawn: Shit’s tight yo.

Manager:  And yesterday, you showed up naked at a Goodwill store and got dressed by running through the racks. You came out wearing a fur coat, a unitard and an oven mitt.

Kreashyshawn:  I wore the oven mitt because my shit is hot.

Manager:  You look like you get dressed by falling into a hamper every morning. There’s a fine line between dressing cool and dressing like a fucking idiot. I know your entire generation dresses like they’re playing a game called “No, I’m wearing the most interesting thing!”, but we have to be careful not to go too far. There can only be one Lady Gaga.

Kreashyshawn: Like the Highlander?

Manager:  Exactly.