Donald Glover is in Austin preparing to host the MTVu Woodies–an “awards” show which is really just an excuse to gather a bunch of bands and to represent MTV at SXSW. Glover has brought the shaggy-haired Pierson to be his writing partner and help him with the script for the one-hour show.
Foo Fighters are performing soundcheck, and Tyler from Odd Future just picked up a guy in a chicken suit onstage and slammed him to the ground, possibly breaking his arm.
Glover has come back from hair and makeup, sporting skinny dress pants, a tight blue shirt, and a skinny blue tie. He heads to the bathroom inside his dressing room and shuts the door. His entourage–PR man Dan Wiener, manager Greg Walter, and college-pal-turned-writing-partner DC Pierson–begin to debate if MTV is going to feed them tonight.
Dan Wiener: “Pizza?”
DC Pierson: “Nah. [Pause] What about that sandwich place?”
Voice from inside the bathroom: “Sandwich place is dope.”
DC [at the bathroom]: “Is that a piece of shit talking?”
Voice from inside the bathroom: “Yes, flush me.”
DC: “When you get flushed, do you die?”
Voice from inside the bathroom: “Nah, you just chill.”
A flush is heard from the bathroom.
Voice from inside the bathroom: “Bye.”
Glover exits the bathroom with a smile, and the conversation somehow turns to perhaps the most epic of all nerd arguments: DC vs. Marvel (“Marvel is more human,” says Glover), then to the most recent important nerd debate–the finale to Lost. These guys are funny. They are charming. And they are fucking nerds.
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