Back to the shadows,

Rolling back my eyelids—

Depart from dungeons

Still suffering, loveless

Unearthed

Cursing headboards,

Carving remarks from headmasters

Admirers stifled to strike at the Calvary

Passion for salary

Salivate for slavery,

Unraveled pastors dismantling

Inspiring dreams;

Whatever this means,

I'm still in awe of the King,

Sonny

A lady in waiting,

Maybe a Queen,

Or a case study,

An alien, waving from space

Creating the places you see;

Manipulating the world around you

—To suit me, whenever possible

Excuse me,

A scene is approaching.

TINA FEY is soaked, after walking through a heavy rain in Manhattan.

CUT TO:

TINA FEY

No, no, no—don't drag me into this. I have kids!

Maybe I wanna have kids, too!

TINA FEY

With Skrillex.

Maybe.

TINA FEY

GROSS.

I had decided myself to simply be, as Anandar said, a lover—and though of course I would always seek the singularity and companionship of marriage and monogamous Union, it seemed as if although it had always turned out the same.