The scene: A school yard. Five boys enter from the right. Three are plain and ordinary. One is a runty, speccy geek. One is a foot taller than the other three, with man boobs. He is carrying a takeaway.

Geeky boy: I hate being such an outcast.

(Others murmur agreement.)

Geeky boy: Let's form a band. All the other boys that form bands get sex. We might get groupies and sex.

(Others murmur agreement.)

Geeky boy: Let's make electropop. That's quite cool, and you don't really need to know how to play instruments, per se. Let's make really catchy songs that get people interested before they get to see what total nerds we are. We'll look disgustingly British. What shall we call ourselves?

(Silence.)

Geeky boy: NO ideas?!

Fat boy: Ah-ah-ah-hoh-hoh-hoh-hoh!

(Others turn to him expectantly.)

Fat boy: ...Hot chip.

(Others murmur agreement.)