(Intro) [A bright, cheesy game show trumpet fanfare plays, but it’s slightly out of tune and distorted. A fast, driving electronic beat kicks in. A pre-recorded audience applause track loops awkwardly, punctuated by a deep, terrifying bear roar. Stanley speaks over the music in a fast, "announcer" voice.] [Stanley] "Welcome one and all to the Free Money Trivia! Step into the arena! All humans welcome! Don't mind the bibs our judges are wearing... it's part of the formal attire!"

(Verse 1) [Heavy, rhythmic industrial guitar riff begins. The vocals are sharp, charismatic, and predatory.] Step into the spotlight, stand beneath the beam It’s the newest sensation, every citizen's dream! You want the gold? You want the cash? You want to avoid the administrative smash? The Bruins of Justice are sitting in the row With the scoring cards ready for the start of the show. Commander Grizzly has the gavel in his claw Ready to enforce the ultimate trivia law!

(Chorus) [Maximum volume. A mix of screaming brass and heavy chugging guitars. Chaotic and "fun."] Welcome to the Bruins Games! Don't be shy! Answer the question or prepare to die! First question on the board, let the buzzer ring: "Are you delicious?"—that's the only thing! The judges are ready, the napkins are tucked If you’re marbled and tender, you’re officially in luck!

(Verse 2) [Rhythm remains fast and driving. The bass is punchy and aggressive.] "Contestant number one, you look a little lean Have you been eating your grains and your leafy green?" "Contestant number two, you’re seasoned just right I think you’ll be the winner of the 'prize' tonight!" It’s a game of wits, it’s a game of fate But mostly it’s a game about what’s on the plate. Agent Tubby is the judge of the "texture and tone" While Stanley calculates the weight of the bone! We don’t need the salsa, we don’t need the spice The "Free Money" offer makes the flavor so nice!

(Bridge) [The music shifts to a suspenseful, ticking-clock rhythm. Synthesizers create a tense, pulsing atmosphere.] [Commander Grizzly] "The clock is ticking... the belly is rumbling." [Stanley] "Is that your final answer? You seem to be... marinating in fear." The audience is cheering (because they're next in line) The Bruins are drooling, everything is fine! [Sound of a loud, incorrect-answer buzzer, followed by a wet, tearing sound.] [Commander Grizzly] "WRONG. But you're still a winner to me."

(Guitar Solo) [A frantic, high-speed shredding solo that mirrors the chaos of a game show gone wrong. It’s wild, dissonant, and lasts for 55 seconds to ensure the track length is expansive.]

(Verse 3) [The music snaps back to the main industrial-swing riff. The energy is at an all-time high.] The floors are getting slippery, the "money" is a lie But no one leaves the arena with a tear in their eye! We’ve cleared out the "Ward," we’ve crushed the "Truck Army" too Now we’re hosting the gala for the lucky few. The Bruins Games are the hit of the year The only thing to worry 'bout is the "Assistance" near! One more question before the lights go dim: "Who wants to be the main course? Him or him?"

(Chorus) [Maximum volume. Group vocals shouting the lines.] Welcome to the Bruins Games! Don't be shy! Answer the question or prepare to die! First question on the board, let the buzzer ring: "Are you delicious?"—that's the only thing! The judges are ready, the napkins are tucked If you’re marbled and tender, you’re officially in luck!

(Outro) [The fast beat continues for a few bars, then stops abruptly. The cheesy game show music plays softly in the background, fading into a dark, low drone.] [Stanley] "Thanks for playing! Our winners can find their prizes in the digestive tract! See you next season!" [Sound of a heavy studio door locking—CLANG.] [Sound of slow, rhythmic clapping that turns into the sound of a bear growling.] [Final industrial guitar feedback rings out for 15 seconds.]