Three people riff on a balloon fight that went wrong, joke about perimenopause, and figure out what to do about the camera angle and the heat on set. It's the kind of chaotic, unscripted moment that happens when you're just trying to get the shot.
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If it's a bullshit question, pop me. You're gonna have to be cool. We're gonna have a balloon fight. Continue. Thank you. I appreciate that. Um, no, no, no. Ain't nobody told you to go that way. Oh.
Now, did you hear me say I'm in perimenopause? Oh no, you can.
Yeah, you can just keep letting it rotate.
No problem. Y'all.
No, you can just—
Do you let it rotate? Y'all want to switch off? No, I don't want it to rotate. I want it on me. That's not you. That's me. Oh wow, it's not.
Yeah, your angle's bad. Y'all want to switch sides? My spatial awareness.
That's why I mean.
You okay?
Yeah, that's fine. Get her. You need a jacket. No, I'm good. I'm girl.
Oh, love. You know, girl, we same age. Okay. Okay. Okay.
Okay.
Now what were you saying, sir? I don't know how I'm gonna edit this, but that shit's gonna be funny as fuck. Get over there. Okay. Okay.
Okay, we we like oh girl you trying to burn me up. I ain't trying to burn you. I'm trying to get it. Okay, we good, we good. I knew I should have brought my own. I have a fan. Look, she put it all on me. Girl, get over there! Girl, get over there!
Girl! Damn it! Look, when y'all see the clip, y'all be like, wait, wait. I I got my own. I I can't. He say Perry Minifon's break.