GIMMIE THAT PIZZA.

¡Lo siento! No entiendo!

Here's some pesos.

[SKRILLEX hands the man a wad of cash; the man instantly silences himself—SKRILLEX takes two out of three of the boxes, angrily giving one back to the delivery serviceman.]

Deliver that shit.

[the courier looks on in bewilderment.]

...What is this, anyway?

—is that Nutella?

Fucki—Nutella banana pizza—

—she's gonna want this—

FUCK DILLON FRANCIS, I'M SICK OF THIS SHIT.

Meanwhile...

[Dillon Francis is in a deep state of meditation.]

—DillOM Francis—

Hehehe

Also meanwhile...

...ugh. Who's headache is this?

You can just forget I'm here.

Is this deadmau5? Am I deadmau5 again?

I believe we're on a first name basis—

So just ‘dead' then?

I wanted tacos,

How are you doing this?

[Opens up Ableton]

It's a process.

[Dillon Francis is awakened from his deep state of meditation, very abruptly—he opens the door to see SKRILLEX, touting an almost-complete Nutella-banana pizza, grimacing angrily—he immediately unloads the pizza into his face, leaving DILLON smothered in a thick layer of Nutella.]

You shouldn't wear black face. It's fucking racist!

Oh, hey Sonny—

[he wipes the chocolate out of one eye.]

I—thought you were in Bejing…

FUCK BEJING, BITCH.

Can he say that? I mean, a lot of his fan base is Asian—

—yeah, plus, I mean, besides—they're like, communists—

Oh, right, yeah, shit—don't want to get banned in China.

We already did.

Whoops.

Wait, for wh—

*EDIT*

I'M BACK, BITCH.

[before Dillon can clean his face, he is again hit with delicious chocolatey goodness. ]

I see that… what is this?

—you should really fire your makeup artist, I don't think she knows how to blend foundation—

—you should fire your ghostwriter—or maybe just limit him to your music production—cause this dialogue is ridiculous.

Listen, you sick son of a bitch—

—I don't get sick—

THIS IS SERIOUS.

—from up here, it isn't—

[SKRILLEX takes one step back and quickly enters the end of his pistolized rave weapon into Dillon's mouth.]

—this isn't chocolate!

Listen, Dillon Francis, you little bitch—You know what you did, and you're gonna fix it