*The scene is the Gaylord Hotel’s night bar. Adam Levine is sitting in a comfortable chair. He’s on the phone.*
…Yeah, Mickey, can’t believe I accepted their gig as contestant. Seriously, pitting me in front of literal cats and having them win is pretty humiliating.
…Nah, they said they already had judges. I really wonder what kind of judges they were, I mean I have experience.
…Yeah, thank God this tournament isn’t seen by millions. Just some nerds who were hating on me to begin with.
…I mean, apparently it was the head honcho who wanted me in. But who cares about him? I lost immediately anyway.
…Don’t worry, Mickey, I’ll be back soon. Nice. Thanks. See ya.