When the Crush House audience includes Drama Queens, Butt Guys, and Plumbers, I make the viewers real happy by filming a fight that breaks out in front of the aquarium—so long as I film it from a certain angle. The other two audiences have obvious wants, but the Plumber demographic really just likes to see a water feature in the shot. Plumbers are in the audience again on another day, this time alongside Foodies and The Motion Sick. The ratings really shoot up when I point the camera at the kitchen, which has a bowl of fruit by the sink, and just hold it there for a good long while.
Crush House is a satire of reality TV that divides the audience up into niches, then gives you a set amount to satisfy each day. On days when Voyeurs are watching you can easily rack up points by filming cast members in the Malibu island house from an extreme distance—or when they fall asleep by the pool—but on days when Voyeurs aren't watching there's no point getting those particular creepy shots. Which is why you sometimes get days when you find yourself ignoring the cast to film a lighthouse (to please the Pharologists), a machine that serves branded Crush Juice (the Conspiracy Theorists are obsessed with it), and a cactus that looks like a cock and balls (for the Teens demographic).
