The Audiobook Part III.

SONNY/SKRILLEX

Where am I?

Ū

Hell.

ANGEL 1

In bed.

ANGEL 2

In mexico.

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SUPACREE finally gets to Heaven, looking for SKRILLEX.

SUPACREE

So, where is he?

JESUS

Somewhere else.

ANGEL 1

At home.

ANGEL 2

In mexico.

JESUS

Who knows?

CHAK CHEL

Someone must...

DILLON FRANCIS

I'm someone.

JESUS

But I don't.

ME

I don't know anything.

MYSELF

I don't need to.

I

I just wanna go home.

SUPACREE

Can I come home now?

JESUSYou always could.

SUPACREE

But really, I mean--

CHAK CHEL

Really's all it really takes.

ANGEL 1

You have to know,

ANGEL 2

You have to mean it;

Don't look both ways before

you cross,

if you honestly want off the cross

Christ, for your sake

Honestly

It's probably wise to admit that you've tried

For the third time;

Mankind's just not worth it.

Mankind, maybe;

But humanity's my baby

And this earth is

definitely worth something

I love it--

Her.

And the rest of the planets, but

Look how she spins,

It's magnificent,

Look at the way the ocean's

Make this mist;

And the wind--

If i sing loudly enough I might

Vibrate the trees,

How they love dancing and laughing for me;

And I just can't help but to laugh at her inhabitants;

They dance oh-so rhythmically

They're very creative--

and grateful, they always give thanks to me

It's no need, but the Earth,

she keeps feeding them

She makes these beautiful things,

So sweet;

Mangoes,

I think.

Greed; The Parable of the Mango Tree

Mango VIP.

In the pre-existence, a young God prepares for her journey through the Land of The Living; Her older brothers taunt and tease, as she shuffles through notes and index cards, studying her predetermined fate on Earth.

I

That's easy. The cover art's just got a Mango On it,

White Backdrop; It looks super juicy; with a green leaf, I think.

E

Who made it?

I

Uhhhhh.

^>

Uhhhhh...

O

You forgot!

I

No! I know, I know. It was....

A

Who?

U

She forgot again.

I

I did NOT.

E

Did too. Who made it?

I

It was...it was...Herobust!

Y

Herobust?

I

Wasn't it?

E

Wrong!

A

Loser.

I

I am not a Loser. It was…Was it Ganja White Night?

E

I don't know, was it?

A

Was it?

I

I don't know! Just tell me.

E

I can't.

I

Yes you can!

E

I can't. Your rules--

I

Exactly, it's my rules! Just gimmie the answer!

E

I think you're going to have to GOOGLE it.

I

Ugh, no way.

E

So is Liquid Stranger your final answer?

Y

Liquid Stranger?!

I

I never said Liquid Stranger.

A

Idiot.

O

Now she's never gonna get it.

U

What did you say before?

I

It was...oh...

A

See dude.

I

Shut up, I had it-FUCK.

A

Damn dude, you broke her.

I

I'm not broken, I just forgot -

E

Liquid Stranger, going once--

I

I never said Liquid Stranger! I know it wasn't Liquid Stranger; Why would it ever be Liquid Stranger?

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A pair of mysterious dudes Suits in Sunglasses are collecting famous DJs.

SUIT

Martin Stääf?

LIQUID STRANGER

...Yes...

SUIT.

Come with me.

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Two fans are watching interdimensional cable.

SUPACREE

It's a practical--

FAN 1

WHAT HAPPENED?

FAN 2

IT JUST CUT--

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Aliens in an Ascended dimension of hyper-intelligence are studying our three-dimensional existence from an unknown cosmic world.

BRAMF

Remember that planet I showed you--the--

ARLA

Yeah, with the Axis?

BRAMF

Yeah.

ARLA

Yeah?

BRAMF

Something happened to it,

ARLA

Like what?

BRAMF

It's flat now.

ARLA

WHAT?

BOTH

Woah. >^

Sometimes, even i'm surprised by the things I've written.

ME

I didn't see that one coming!

MYSELF

Neither did I: I was gonaa say it was off it's axis.

I

Flat's funnier.

ME

Yeah, and probably not as tragic.

MYSELF

I mean...that would be pretty tragic.

I

Probably easier to manage.

ME

Perhaps…But I mean, if you have a whole planet, and then it just collapses--

MYSELF

It's just flattened; nobody said it collapses.

MEANWHILE

The planet collapses.

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SUPACREE is now a full-blown superpowered vigilante; She seeks revenge for GETTER sending her through the interdimensions at AUDIOTISTIC.

SUPACREE

Getter, we meet again.

GETTER

I've never met you before; what are you doing in my dressing room?

SUPACREE

Why does a DJ have a dressing room?

GETTER

I don't know; get out.

[She swiftly leaves; as she exits, THE SUITS approach the dressing room door.]

SUIT 1

Tanner Petulla?

GETTER

Yeah?

SUIT 2

Come with us.

GETTER

Fuck that!

[He doesn't have a choice.]

Oh shit, the next scene is already written, I remember this.

Oh, okay! I get it!

Yeah.

She's still at--

She's still on the--

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JUST KILL YOURSELF ALREADY.

For what?

You're suck in this until it's done.

What's done? It'll never be over, it's just infinite.

ENTER THE MULTIVERSE ^

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ANGEL 1

YOU'RE GONNA LISTEN TO SKRILLEX ON YOUTUBE?

ANGEL 2

DON'T.

JESUS

I mean...

ANGEL 1

DON'T you dare.

SUPACREE

I might as well, by the time I finish downloading it I probably won't even be able to listen to it.

ANGEL 2

You shouldn't.

SUPACREE

I shouldn't, but I know i have to.

ANGEL 1

In PUBLIC?

JESUS

Could go Incognito...

ANGEL 2

INCOGNITO; The “oh please don't look at this:” easy algorithm engine for “LOOK AT ME, I”M HIDING SOMETHING.”

MEANWHILE...IN DEEP MEDITATION…(IE OMNIPOTENCE)

SUPACREE

So... if a song is... nothing but question and answer, what's a song which references another in an attempt to address the question which was asked?

ME

A conversation between one song and another?

MYSELF

I guess, yes;

I

Well, that would be a symphony, I would suppose.

SUPACREE

It would, wouldn't it.

ME

That is, if the songs were in sync.

MYSELF

They could be made to be.

I

Every song is made to be in sync;

ME

I mean, two songs, made to be in sync with each other.

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SUPACREE is on the floor at a rave.

BASSGOD

WAKE UP.

SUPACREE

This isn't funny anymore.

ANGEL

It was never funny. You have to get up.

SUPACREE

I'm up.

BASSGOD

You're NOT UP.

ANGEL

Come on, you have to do this.

SUPACREE

I'm doin it.

GOD

NO.

ANGEL

It's no use. She's so, so under there. It would take all of us to try to pull her out--that is without

[The darkening sky crumbles, as the thunderous storm rages, the battle between worlds expands throughout the outer galaxies.]

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You're not skinny enough

You're not pretty enough

You're too dark,

And you don't work quickly enough

Much younger girls are putting in such

Efforts, just to be, the perfect little beauty queen

You wish you were,

But couldn't be and

kids these days are

Everything that means

anything

Sometimes I Don't Wanna Be Happy…

It was bad,

But better than I'll ever be

A basic remix,

For the basic bitch that sings it

And,

I'm basically a Dillon Francis fiend,

Have you seen this?

Now it's getting serious,

I seriously doubt there's anything I can do about it

It's in God's hands and,

I live in Satan's house

How did he do this?

How did this happen?

The sad result of the damage,

Cause i'm pretty sure

The very last time my ex ever hit me

Something got stuck on repeat;

It's just eating me up.

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[Untitled Document]

What did we call that place, between “The Blackout” and waking up.

Hazy.

I thought it was something more clever.

Maybe, but i'll never find it if i'm just scrolling through these documents.

Write”Untitled Document”

That's all I've got, I guess.

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[A DJ] Can be played by literally any DJ.

A wild, wild party has happened. A DJ wakes up, previously having been sprawled out across the floor.

A DJ

Whose house is this…? Ugh.

[Looks in mirror.]

A DJ

ughhh.

[S/he gets up and stumbles groggily, stepping over bodies hunched and perched, slung about sleeping. Peacefully. The sun is bright, a curse to the eyes of the clearly hungover, and likely still quite inebriated DJ. ]

CONCURRENTLY:

>>>

SUPACREE awakens from a ‘stupor' herself, displeased. She looks in the mirror, at first disgruntled, then “picks up her face” adjusts her perception, and decides,

SUPACREE

(“I'm good.”)

Yep.

[And she keeps it steppin, still asking aloud, as she ponders to herself;]

SUPACREE

Whose house is this?

[And makes her way into the kitchen, where she (probably in a montage) cleans around the many bodies of hot people and rave babies still smudged and dripping in everything glittery; she appears to have ‘frozen time', as she vacuums faces and erases permanent marker penises drawn onto the foreheads and other exposed body parts of those who have fallen asleep with no shoes on. She cooks breakfast and straightens the entirety of what is now more recognizable as someone's home, though the owner still remains unknown. She sips coffee and reads the newspaper, as she steps behind the freshly detailed decks; and prepares a set through the headphones shes hung happily around her neck.]

PAUSE

ME

See! THIS IS RIDICULOUS.

MYSELF

It is. Ridiculous. You can't vacuum someone's face!

I

Not that part--

MYSELF

--Especially white people!

ME

You never said they were all white people.

I

I mean, predominantly; it said hot people and rave babies.

MYSELF

That's racist!

ME

It isn't. This whole scene would be entirely different, if it had nothing but black people in it.

ALTERNATELY:

She wakes up in the same house, but it's clean.

SUPACREE

...Whose house is this?

BEYONCE

It's my house.

SUPACREE

It's... nice.

BEYONCE

Yes it is.

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DILLON FRANCIS has the master plan.

SUPACREE

Ugh, he knows everything.

GOD

Not everything, dear, believe me.

SUPACREE

Everything that matters.

GOD

There's no such thing as everything that doesn't matter.

SUPACREE

...What?!

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