It is time to make your definitive statement. I am offering to produce your last album. We will make the most chilling, provocative music of your career. None of this corny, sappy "Free Willy " crap. Here is our method: The engineers will turn the tapes on, and I will noodle on a vintage 80s Fairlight, and you will free associate over the top. No big production, no choreography, no celebirty guest-appearances. You can brag about your pre-pubescent 'conquests', fantasize about murdering and disemboweling Tom Sneddon, the prosecuter, go wild.
Michael, these are the last days of your life. You will soon go from your sheltered star-life with everyone kissing your ass, to a few brutal weeks in prison before you are blugeoned to death by thugs. Let's capture this last moment, raw and uncensored. It'll sell better than "Invincible", I swear.