Steve Berman (Skit)

Mr. Berman? What? We have Eminem here to see you About fuckin' time! Send him in Steve! Good to see ya, man. Um, hey, I just w– Well, look who decided to show his face! I hope you've had fun in the last four years Look man, I apologize again for– For shooting me?! Do you know I lost the use of my right arm? Again, it was a mistake, a terrible mist– Are you wearing a bulletproof vest? And then you go and do what? Hide out? Stay in Detroit for almost five years While the music industry melts the fuck down? Do you know how many people lost their jobs Because of your fuckin' vacation? Well, that's actually why I'm here I was gonna put out some new music And I wanted to play it for you and get your opinion Do I really need to hear it? Let me guess, another album about: "Poor me! I'm so famous that it's ruined my rich little life And I'm such a tortured artist, let me make music about it And my tragic love life!" Am I on to something here? Come on, man, it's not like that You know what? Just hand the fuckin' thing over! I'm done talking to you! Think you can just come and go as you please Big selfish superstar? Steve, I had a drug problem! "Oh, poor me! I had a drug problem!" Who hasn't had a drug problem in this town? You know what? <i>[*gun cocks*]</i> Hey! hey! Just lay the shit down on my desk and get the fuck out! Whoa, whoa, whoa, Jesus Christ, man Alright, alright, here, fine What's this shit? Two CDs? That's what I've been tryin' to tell you, man, there's two albums Just get out! Alright! Get the fuck out! Alright, man, see you later <i>[*bottle smashes*]</i>