Here's a sample of what might happen:

Typical SG Beng walks into audition room.
Gurmit: so tell us what's your name, what makes you think you are the Singapore(an) Idol and what song you intend to sing to the judges.
Beng: call me Ah Beng (so original). i tink i belly unique u know, i kan seeng, i kan lance, i kan loo it all. i going to seeng fillings..... sure win one. (victory sign pose)

With the judges.
Beng: fillings, nuthing butt fillings, i soooooo lllloooonnneeeellllyyyyyyy....
Dick: Ah Beng, stop stop stop, you are out of tune.
Beng: say who??
Douglas: Really, you are, its such a pain to hear you sing. Or are you even singing?
Beng: knn u say i cannot seeng issit?
Florence: I think what we are trying to say Ah Beng, is that your talents are much better placed elsewhere, like... erm.... erm..... "PSC Nite" ("Pu Wei Zhi Ye" or something like that, my mandarin sucks...)
Beng: lnb u saying i not gut enuff to be Singapore(an) Idol (rolls up sleeves)
Ken: ah, but your dancing quite there..... Security! Security!


If Simon were to be part of the panel...

Simon : That was absolutely ghastly.
Beng : Huh? Simi?
Simon : No, my name is Simon. I am saying that your singing is not up to par.
Beng : You say I can seng at a bar? Kala OK issit?
Simon : Eat Shit? How dare you! You sound like you are croaking!
Beng : This one not Singapore Idol meh? How come he asking me to cook?
Simon : Somebody shoot me or him please...

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