the Lodge door flies open and nearly burst from it's hinges...as the dust settles, Alex P stands there, cigarette hanging from his mouth and a suitcase in his hand. He stands tall with a blonde Mohawk, sunglasses, a sleeveless denim jacket and some cargo trousers and black doc marten boots.
He strides into the lodge and throws his suitcase directly into the wall, sniggering like a child. He takes the cigarette from his mouth, tosses it on the carpet and stubs it out with his boot.

Walking into the bathroom, Alex opens the shower cubicle and pisses in the shower, laughing again.
He walks back to the lounge and screams...

Alex P: CUNTS...let's fucking go mental...fuck you all...I...AM...ALEX!!!!

Alex is sitting on the carpet, with his muddy boots on the sofa, just for the sheer hell of it, as Roxy walks in. He is smoking two cigarettes at the same time, and is angrily whispering to himself, he barely sees her enter the lodge...

Alex P: ...You what? Oh fuck! Yeah darlin' that's fuckin' right you know me. Don't let your sweet little brain forget that night after the birdies...you're the one with the mince and onion smelling armpit hair...BO! And for the record...I will not chew your vile armpit hair biatch! So don't ask again, ok thanks!

He turns his head away from her, and starts humming the tune to Price To PAy, by Blood Of Wecz

Alex leaps to his feet, and spins to face David

Alex P: You fucking what, son? Hey,listen here, I do't know who or what the fuck you are...but if you ever speak to me again like that, I will paste you up and down that fucking wall! You hear?

He takes a cigarette from his mouth and flicks it at David, it narrowly misses his face and hits the wall behind him. Alex takes a puff from his other cigarette and blows it in David's face, before returning to his sofa

JC walks in with 3 cases, the big one was for all his clothes, the second one was for his other clothes and a pedalboard, and the long one was his guitar case. He then lays them all on the floor and proceeds to introduce himself to the other contestants. After the warm welcome of his housemates, he proceeds to his room to unpack his stuff. Jason goes to him and talks in a soft yet audible voice.

Jason: Hey dude, what should we do about that Alex P guy? He's really getting into my nerves.

JC: Don't worry dude, everything's going to be fine..

JC smiles at his statement and continues unpacking.

Ryan arrives in the lodge, with two suitcases of his clothes which he places beside the front door. He goes back out and returns with two guitar cases, opting just to bring in his two guitars, one of which makes appearances in all of his performances, a electric Fender strat guitar which he has nicknamed "The Black One," and a brand new custom-made acoustic guitar that he has yet to play live.

When Ryan, who is dressed in a suit-like attire, with everything expect the blazer, he finally sets everything down and in place he returns to where the other contestants are.

Ryan Ross Hernandez: "Well.... This place ain't half-bad.... A little exaggerating with all the pink... but not bad."

Ryan: "Yeah sure, why not?"

Ryan goes to his room, and comes back with the acoustic guitar strap on hanging from his back. Hernandez points at a camera and smirks.

Ryan: "You guys better get this shit down on tape. A Nimrod and Ryan Ross Hernandez jamming together, either this is gonna be fucking amazing or it's gonna be a natural disaster."

Jimmy: *Insert fake ass southern grandma voice* Now where can a good ol lass find somethin' ta drank? I got one hell ova migraine.

Kit plays a slow bluesy fill then begins playing
Kit:Sorry if I mess up, haven't played this a while

Kit:If that's how you like it

During the breakdown Kit goes crazy on double bass then does several sweeping fills across the drum set before returning to the bluesy style