Ray squints at Shawn through his beer-goggled eyes and takes a conspicuous step towards him when he arrives on the stage. After a moment of pure rigidity, he springs back into life and slings an arm over the fake psychic's shoulders.

"I feel pretty and witty and gay!"

At the difference in lyrics, Ray hiccups down the mic and turns his head to Shawn, vaguely hearing the rest of the words through a thick haze. He watches him sing the song, idly humming his own way through it.

"Dude," he swallows dryly and leans in so his nose is touching Shawn's temple, "you totally screwed it up."