[Peter and his friends have formed a rock band and are performing at a prison]
Peter Griffin:
[shouting into microphone]
Hello, Cleveland!
Cleveland:
Hello, Peter.
Quagmire:
[clapping drum sticks together]
One, two, three, *four*!
Peter Griffin:
[small amount of time passes]
Oh, my God. We don't know any songs.
[prisoners get mad]
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