Scene: A dimly lit studio with large black curtains at the back. Nicki Minaj is seated elegantly on a plush armchair, wearing a vibrant outfit that accentuates her personality. Across from her sits a journalist, a bit disheveled but full of enthusiasm.
Journalist: (Adjusting his glasses) So Nicki, the shape of your a** is quite incredible. I'm just wondering how something like that happens?
Nicki: (Eyebrows raised) What do you mean how does it happen? I don't understand.
Journalist: (Oblivious) You know, do you have to go to the gym for this, or is that what you were born with?
Nicki: (Slightly annoyed) A little bit of both.
Journalist: (Leaning forward) It's like there's two balloons back there. Like there are two other beings behind you.
Nicki: (Folding her arms) Do you have any other questions?
Journalist: (Smiling) Yeah, sure. I don't personally want to talk about your a* but you're the one that wrote a song called "Superb a*."
Nicki: (Blinking in disbelief) What?
Journalist: You wrote a song called "Superb A**."
Nicki: (Trying to keep her cool) OMG! My song is called "Super Bass."
Journalist: (Confidently) Superb A**.
Nicki: (Firmly) Super Bass.
Journalist: (Flipping through his notes) I read it as "Superb A**."
Nicki: (Exasperated) It's two words. You can look it up on iTunes. It's Super Bass.
Journalist: (Shrugging) Well, I will say we can agree to disagree because I can't change my mind now. And there are a lot of people that read it as "Superb A**."
Nicki: (With finality) No! We can't agree to disagree on my song. Can we move on and stop talking about my a**?
Narrator: The camera zooms out to capture the journalist's awkward silence and Nicki's radiating frustration. A beat passes before the journalist awkwardly adjusts his notes, attempting to steer the conversation into safer waters. But the damage is done. The internet would soon explode with clips of this painfully hilarious exchange.
Bro saw the opportunity and went for it. 💀🤣
