Justin is currently residing in his winter home in Orlando. He is sitting in a $50,000 recliner, watching 60 Minutes on one TV and ice fishing on another. One of Britney's old dancers is massaging his feet, while his agent stands behind him, talking on a cell phone to the guy who makes "Where Are They Now?" about the upcoming *NSYNC episode. Meanwhile, Britney is in her room upstairs, having a servant hold back her facial skin so she can see what she'd look like if she had her seventh face lift. She then tells the servant, "Aww, like, you're so sweet! Now go see if J wants anything, 'kay?!" Britney then tries to decide what to do now that she's 59 and her oversized boobs have fallen to her waist. She hears a thump, and looks out the window to see a 50-year-old woman in a stocking cap trying to climb throught the window into the livingroom below. She hurries to the top of the stairs and takes the stairmaster down. (All that dancing and throwing your head around takes its toll over time!) She comes down to find the woman surrounded by guards and bodyguards, and Justin signing the woman's faded *NSYNC shirt with a magic marker. It's a faded shirt becase the woman bought it in 1998. The woman is crying and screaming, "Oh my gosh! Like, I've loved you since I was like, ten years old!" The woman then glares coldly at Britney, who begins to cry and mumble, "Justin, that lady was mean to me!" Justin gives the lady her shirt, hugs her, and then his personal sherrif handcuffs the woman and says, "You have the right to remain silent..."
Justin then runs to Britney and hugs her, as her mascara drips onto his new $200,000 jean jacket. "It's okay, Brit-Brit, that lady just doesn't know you the way I do," Justin consoles. Britney giggles and goes to listen to the covers she and Justin made of old Sunny and Cher songs.