Meanwhile, over in marketing...

The scene: a boardroom.

Marketing guy 1: 'Yes, well the basic premise is that we get pair of teenage sluts who would be otherwise chugging cock down a laneway for cash and then fill them full of class A drugs'
Marketing guy 2: 'Ooohh . Good numbers in class A drugs...'
Marketing guy 1: 'You betcha. Then we convince them to suck each others faces, fondle each other's tits, flick each others beans and generally behave like a pair of prick-teasing paedo's wet dream whores live on every TV across the globe...'
Marketing guy 2: 'Ooohh . Good numbers in face sucking...But what about the music? I mean we can't just get them to do Bee Gees numbers...'
Marketing guy 1: 'Ahhh. You remember that bloke we had on the books? The convicted kiddiefiddler? Used to write for Louis Walsh? We'll get him to throw a few tracks together'
Marketing guy 2: 'Outstanding'
Marketing guy 1: 'Right. So then we dress them up in school uniforms...'
Marketing guy 2: 'Ooohh yes. Good numbers in school uniforms...'
Marketing guy 1: '...and then we light our cigars with a bundle of fifty dollar bills that we make from all of the stupid FHM-reading fucking morons who are actually stupid enough to go out and buy this shit'
Marketing guy 2: 'Whilst snorting lines of coke of the girls arses as we give them a good fudge-packing?'
Marketing guy 1: 'Absolutely. Because you know what we say about fudge-packing don't we?'
Marketing guy 2: 'Ehmmmmm. Great numbers?'
Marketing guy 1: 'You betcha. Now, pass me the Goat's blood...'