Gatesy: Okay...    Scod: Thanks for sticking around!    Gatesy: Now, the challenge was - there was Doctor Spoya...    Scod: Doctor Spoya... there was a Torana...    Gatesy: Yes... there was fish food...    Scod: Yes...    Gatesy: Epsom Salts...    Scod: Yep...       Audience member: Gangster rap...    Gatesy: Gangster rappin'!    Yon: Gangster rap...       Gatesy: Elvis kind of song... yeah, Elvis, we've said...    Yon: Elvis, we've said, well, we did it in an Elvis style, rather than putting Elvis in.    Gatesy: What else was there? A Torana...       Audience member: I said Elvis, I'm sorry...       Gatesy: No, no, no, no, no... Elvis is cool. Elvis is King!       Audience member: I'm sorry...       Scod: Elvis is King, in fact Elvis is the style in which we have chosen to do the entire song. So... well done...    Gatesy: I just want to know, I haven't missed anything...    Scod: Gangster rap... no, it's all there.    Gatesy: Okay, let's go.    Scod: Let's do it! Good luck everyone, good luck!       Okay!    Gatesy: Thanks for sticking around for an hour, guys. We realise it's, you know, after bedtime.    Scod: Yeah...       One! Two! Three!       Tripod: (Elvis) Oh lover,    Gatesy: I've been missing you so long.    Tripod: Can't recover,    Gatesy: So I have to sing this song.    Tripod: No other,    Gatesy: I'm dying from this long-distance love,    Lover.       Tripod: Don't wanna,    Scod: Be without you any more.    Tripod: Was a gonna,    Scod: When you walked right out my door.    Tripod: No funn-er,    Scod: Wanna pack right up and go do a runner.    Tripod: In my Torana.       Though we may poke out our pelvis,    This bit isn't very Elvis-y.       But this bit iiiiiiisssssssssss...       Scod: Don't need no banker or no lawyer,    Tripod: Don't need no naval destroyer,    Don't need to loiter in no foyer,    I'm far away from you,    And every day I bleed,    So won't you tell me what I need...    Scod: Doctor Spoya?       Tripod: I'm heartbroken,    Yon: I just can't concentrate.    Tripod: I'm not jokin',    Yon: I've made some terrible mistakes...    Tripod: ... since we've spoken.    Yon: I fed my favourite fish with Epsom Salts.    Now they're chokin'.       Scod: Man, once I fed my fish with Epsom Salts, they're almost relaxed to death.    Man, my fish are so chilled out, they're like gangster rappers.    They're like Cyprus Hill fish.       Gatesy: (Gangster rapping) I was on a roll,    Just swimmin' round my bowl.    Put me in a weird mood,    Epsom Salts in my food!    Now I breakdance and I spin,    With my flappy-flappy fins, and the...       (Pause)       Yon: No!    Gatesy: That was good! They liked that!    (Gangster rap) Yeah, all right. Thank you for coming round.    Yon: That is not how fish rap!    Give me a beat...    Scod: How do fish rap?    Yon: I'll show ya...       Yon: Gurgle, gurgle, blubb, blubb, gurgle, gurgle...       Gatesy: Yeah, fine, thanks...       Tripod: (Elvis) Don't need no Janet or no Toya,    Don't need no Bert or no Moira,    You're my Helen of Troy-a,    I'm far away from you,    And every day I bleed,    So won't you tell me what I need...       Don't need no Huck Finn or Tom Sawyer,    Don't need no Backstreet or no Boy-a,    Don't need no H.G. or no Roy-a,    I'm far away from you,    And every day I bleed,    So won't you tell me what I need...       Scod: Doctor...    Gatesy: Doctor...    Yon: Doctor...       Tripod: Doctor Spoya?