Fake IPKKND Creative Team Meeting#2

New director at the helm: All right people. No rest for the wicked, OK? Just because we won 6 Stars at the Sitara Incestuous Family Celebration last week does not mean we can rest easy. We still need to serve up our A-game. So, whaddaya got Creative team?

Creative#1 (Creator-in-chief, or, in common parlance, GOD): So, I think we should have Khushi spike Arnav's coffee with jamaalgota. It'll be funny. he'll be running to the loo. She'll be screaming with laughter. And the audience loves to see her do comedy..bless their souls!

New director at the helm: (Unsure whether is a good idea or not. He hasn't been at the helm long enough to sift the turds from the gold) "Hmmm. That has potential", he said diplomatically.

Creative#2 (or as the rest of the team like to call him, the Ass-kisser-in-chief-AKIC): That's a splendid idea GOD. Let's have Arnav and Khushi fight. Then she gets mad and spikes his coffee with jamaalgota thus giving him the loosies. It'll be super funny. And Saccharine Ineptitude is really good at comedy. Let's do it.

Creative#3 (The one who pretended he had a soul, but was a sellout just like the rest of them Hypocriticus Soapoperaticus or, as the rest of team liked to call him- hyppo, since we was morbidly obese): "But what will they fight about?",he huffed.

Creative#1 (GOD): How is that important? They could fight about anything. You're so stuck on details hyppo. You'll never become head writer if you pay attention to details. You think the audience cares about details? Did they notice when we cornered off a portion of Saccharine Ineptitude's make up van as BS's (unfortunate initials those-peace out) bathroom? 'Course not! All they want is Ar(tistic) H(acker)i. And of course, comedy. That's all they care about hyppo.

Creative#2 (AKIC): "Yeah, Hyppo. Stop giving them credit for brains they don't possess. They stupid, effing morons who think...wait..sorry. Oxymoron there. They don't actually think. So, yeah. Moving on. Saccharine Ineptitude and BS (unfortunate initials those-peace out) fight because of some random reason. Then she takes revenge by spiking his coffee with jamaalgota. He has the loosies. Then he actually becomes sick because he's Diabetic and crapping too much messes with him worse than other people. Then she feels really sorry for him and takes care of him. We can throw in some Ar(tistic) H(acker)i there. She can be all Florence Nightingale-y and play the nurse to his patient. He could slip on her as she struggles to fees him medicine. Oh, the possibilites are endless," he said, with an expression on his face that can only be described as, well, orgastic.

Creative#4 Le Petit Morticia (Or, The Hot One who's pants they were all trying to get into): "If I might be allowed to say something?", she said haughtily. The Hot One was always haughty, if she had the chance. "I think the Jamaalgota idea sucks ass," she said raspily. She always spoke raspily. Raspy was the new sexy. And Le Petit Morticia was sexy like nobody else.

Creative#1 (GOD): "Err..why?," he asked, blushing fierily. He didn't mind being dissed by The Hot One. In fact, he quite enjoyed engaging with her. It was the only time she ever spoke to him. And he'd been trying to get into her pants for months now.

Creative#4 Le Petit Morticia: "It sucks because it does. Jamaalgotaa is so 90s. We're in 2012 people. Let's keep our humor classy. Besides, we need to justify our 6 awards at the Sitara Incestuous Family Celebration. The only reason we won is because of Ar(tistic) H(acker)i. So lets just KISS, OK?

Creative#1 (GOD): *puckering up his lips like never before, he leaned forward* "Ready when you are Le Petit Morticia," he said expectantly.

Creative#3 (hyppo): "Really GOD, even I with no hope of being head writer ever knows that KISS stands for keep it simple stupid! She ain't gonna kiss you man. Not happening. And like the real GOD's 100th century, even if it does happen it'll be f**king anti-climactic. Get over yourself and wipe that drool off your chin!" he said disgustedly.

Creative#4 Le Petit Morticia: "As I was saying. Let's keep it classy. Let's have Saccharine

Ineptitude and BS (unfortunate initials those-peace out) go on a honeymoon. To some exotic destination. Like, oh, I dunno, Mauritius?" she asked.

Creative#2(AKIC): *Torn between having his GOD dissed and contradicting The Hot One who was never wrong by virtue of her hotness* "Hmm. Maybe that would work. But how about Bali instead of Mauritius? Mauritius is too 'thepla-dhokla' for Saccharine Ineptitude and BS."

Creative#4 Le Petit Morticia: *reaches over and ruffles AKIC's hair. AKIC shifts uncomfortably in chair and smiles tentatively at being touched physically by The Hot One* "Bali is fantastic. Can we get Saccharine Ineptitude and BS to go to Bali?" she asked, looking at the new director.

New director at the helm: *unsure of whether this was a good idea but very sure it was impossible* "Err...I don't think the PH will sanction a budget for Bali. I mean Holi f**king broke the bank with all the curtains in the Gazebo. So Bali is out!" he said flatly.

Creative#1 (GOD):*trying to redeem himself* "If we can't have them go to Bali, let's bring Bali to them. You know. If the Mountain cannot go to Mohammad, then Mohammad goes to the mountain,"

Creative#3 (hyppo): "I think its the other way around GOD," he said. "If Mohammad cannot go to the Mountain, the Mountain comes to him."

Creative#1 (GOD): "Semantics. Details. This is why you'll never be head writer. You with your correct Proverbs and finding reasons for fights. Moron!" he said hotly.

Creative#4 Le Petit Morticia: *reaches over and pats GOD on the hand. GOD almost jumps out of his seat at the bolt of electricity that runs through his arm* "I like that!" she said, whispering throatily. "Verrry good idea," she said, rolling her Rs. When The Hot One rolled her Rs you know she's happy. "We'll call it Delhi main Baali," she said huskily.

Creative#2(AKIC): *no longer torn between his Maker and the one he wanted to Make with, so very pleased indeed* "Fantastic idea Morticia!" he said. "Delhi main Baali. A honeymoon at home. And face it. Home is where the heart is. And these guys love their homes so much. So, bring it on, Delhi main Bali!" he whooped happily.

New director at the helm: *Unsure whether this would work, but what the heck they'd just won 6 Sitara Incestuous Family Celebration Stars, and he really didn't care* "OK. GOD and LPM...you write the 'Delhi main Bali' scenes. AKIC, come up with at least 6 Ar(tistic) H(acker)i scenes for Bali. And make sure they're all very Island-ey, OK?"

Creative#3 (hyppo): "What should I do?"

New director at the helm: "Umm. Help the spot boys spread out the blue skies and beautiful beaches poster on the sets. There's nothing you can do here."

Creative#3 (hyppo): "OK," he said unhappily.

New director at the helm: Umm. So, I know you did a team building exercise under Cut-piece Lalloo Mohan(CPL-M). I want to keep those good practices going. So, together now, team: "What does our man BS ((unfortunate initials those-peace out) say that makes the whole world love him?"

"WHAT THE!" said the team obediently.

And what does our Man do that makes women (and some men) drool over him?"asked New director at the helm.

"He wears jeans once every 50 episodes,"said the team in a chorus.