I like it    I don't like it

(Kyle Gass snores loudly)

Jack Black: Oh my god. Oh my god, I've done it.

(shouts) Cage! Come here, I want you!

Kyle: What? What?? God! I'm sleeping, dude!

What are you talking about...

Jack: Oh my god.

Kyle: What?

Jack: I did it.

Kyle: What d'ya do?

Jack: I've done it. I f**kin' did it.

The most powerful tool in singing technology since yodelling, dude.

Oh my god, inward singing.

Kyle: What?

Jack: Check it out, it's an invention.

And it makes non-stop rocking possible.

(shouts) Think about it, man!

Rock singers are only rocking you half of the time!

The other time they're...they're...they're...they're breathing! In!

But not anymore, baby! hahahahaha!! Not with inward singing, check it out!

(Jack sings inwards, then outwards. while doing this, he sings:)

And then I start some lyrics and you can't believe I'm singing

And I'm never f**king stopping

And I'm always f**king singing

And now you know that I will never stop the f**king singing

I'm like a f**king one-man band

I'm like a f**king one-man band!

(Jack then starts talking again)

And I can sing like that all f**king night!

Kyle: ...Wow....It wasn't really non-stop though, there was a slight...

Jack: (shouts) Arrgh, shut up! It is non-stop!

And the other thing is, that when I'm f**kin' singing in,

it sounds even better!

Than when I'm singing out! Shut up! f**k you! You f**king dick!

Always nay-saying...everything I create! You piece of shit!

YOU create something like inward singing! You f**king shit!

You f**king sit in your tower! f**king nap...

Kyle: (laughing)

Jack: What's funny??.... You f**king bitch! f**king...f**k you!

f**kin'...cock ass!!

(Jack pau