With frosting.

Overheard via super-secret microphones:

Picasso: Youbee! The month changed again. Why haven’t we replaced the run-down Graeme with a new one? You always forgot to do that at the end of the month!
Unnamed Blob: I told you, we’re out of the new short haired model. I asked you to go to the store, like, five days ago.
Picasso: …oh. Well, what about those in the basement?
Unnamed Blob: No good, we’re out of the old long haired model too.
Picasso: Well, we need a feature. Get me Travis!
Unnamed Blob: He’s in the hospital, after an unfortunate incident with a pumpkin pie.
Picasso: What about Kenny?
Unnamed Blob: Having his breasts removed.
Picasso: Okay then, how about Laurie?
Unnamed Blob: Who the hell is Laurie?
Picasso: Never mind. Samantha?
Unnamed Blob: No good. Same pie.
Picasso: Well, damnit, the store’s closed now. Just go to the basement and pull up whatever we’ve got down there and I’ll go buy a new box of Graemes tomorrow.
(Minutes pass)
Unnamed Blob: All we had is this old High School Graeme from, like, way back.
Picasso: Man…he’s dusty. Does he even know what the hell the Jux Entente is?
Unnamed Blob: No.
Picasso: Oh well, turn him on anyway.
Graeme 2000: I hate everything! Mage is awesome!
Unnamed Blob: This isn’t going to work too well.
Picasso: Well, I’m sure we can make him write SOMETHING.
Graeme 2000: I write tons of things. I’m working on this great story called Crossed Reality…
Unnamed Blob: See how old this thing is? It thinks it’s still dating Ryann. And look at THAT hair.
Graeme 2000: How did you know that? Speaking of which, it’s 9:00…I need to call her before she goes to bed. She should be back from church by now…
Picasso: You’re right, he’s hopeless.
Unnamed Blob: We have some old Jayde-era Travis’s down there. Think that would be any better?
Picasso: Dear god no! I meant to set fire to them ages ago! Shove this thing back in the box, I’ll think of something.

And he did.