Terms: eminem, jello, elevator, nick.

Eminem approached the elevator with the air of a man who knows that
it is His Elevator, goddamnit and everyone else had better get out
of the way or he'll beat them up and dispose of their corpses.

Or rather, his bodyguards would beat them up and dispose of their
corpses because, restraining order, you know.

Plus.  Blood.  It stained, y'know?

Nevertheless.

He approached the elevator and stood in front of it.

A lackey scurried past him and pushed the down button for him.

Eminem sneered at him.

Hah!

He had people just to push elevator buttons for him.  He was the
man!

Except, not the man, because The Man meant responsibility and
authority and he was all about giving the finger to The Man, but.

It was about the principle of the thing.

So.

The elevator numbers lit up one by one as the elevator neared the
floor.

He wondered, idly, whether he could one day become so rich and
powerful that he could send the lackeys ahead to order the elevator
in advance and so avoid this waiting nonsense.  Waiting was for
other people.  Lower people.  Like paid staff, registered guests of
the hotel and waiters.

The number for his floor lit up and the door slid open.

Eminem bridled.

*His* elevator was already occupied.

The nerve!

How dare this person fail to sense that a Very Extremely Important
Personage wanted the elevator and clairvoyantly choose to exit it?

Well, that was what he had bodyguards for.  He was about to motion
them forward when one of the men in the elevator leaned out.

It was only then that Eminem actually paid attention to who these
people *were*.

"Sorry," the big black man who looked an awful lot like the big
black men flanking Eminem himself said, holding the door for a
second and looking at Eminem.  "This elevator's already occupied."

On the floor of the elevator sat a half-naked Nick Carter, holding
a martini glass filled with...

Eminem squinted.

Filled with *jello*.  Nick waved merrily at Eminem as the black man
let go of the door, punched the Door Close button and the elevator
door closed, and the elevator resumed its stately upward climb.

There was dead silence from his entourage.

The key-punching lackey finally asked in a hesitant voice, "Did he
just diss you, Mr. Mathers, sir?"

Nick-fucking-Carter, doing *jello shooters* had just taken his
fucking elevator.

Tightly, Eminem said.  "You never saw that.  It never fucking
happened.  And the next elevator had better fucking be empty, got
it?"

Everyone nodded, but he could swear he heard someone behind him
snicker.