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Just shoot him in the foot. Let's go.
[a bullet rings out from the gun and ricochets onto the light fiture and around the room before hitting a wall.]
Bullet proof loafers!
Yessir!
Who does that.
They're steel toe!
You, my friend, have enemies.
And who says I have friends.
Ah, shit, that's right.
What, what happened?
I gotta kill this guy before aa
Listen to me, and listen to me good, okay?
Ok, Robbie.
This shit—
Is priceless.
I believe you.
Then why don't you act like it?
I don't act like anything!
What is this?
I'm not an actor.
You're not— listening to me.
What, are you speaking in code.
Use your eyes, Dillon! Your eyes!
What in the actual fuck.
How dare you!
Great, now I gotta kill all these guys.
Why. What for?
Look. There's something you should know about shapeshifting.
What's that.
There's really no way of getting in, and then getting out all the way…
So you mean.
DANDELION! DANDELION!
What— is that a safe word?!
DANDELION.
Ice cream. Ice cream. Gotta get.
Are you looking for ice cream.
Yeah, I— yeah.
…I know where to find ice cream.
Well yeah, but.
I got ice cream.
Yesteryear was long and fowl…
Your show makes me very unhappy.
My show makes you unhappy?
Yes.
So does yours. So— I think we're even.
What! My show makes you unhappy?
Yes, I hate it.
You hate the tonight show? How can you hate the tonight show?
I don't. I hate you.
I—what?
I hate you.
Okay?
Okay.
Why!
You ruined SNL.
I what.
Killed the whole show.
Excuse me?
You're excused.
Wh—
I gotta go— be mediocre.
What?
You know the feeling.
I—
[exits]
…
…
[lights turn off]
*the festival project ™
Believe it or not,
It's not about you
I dream up my perfect man
And he's Lilly white
And he's all for me
And without a name
And he's ten foot tall
And he don't like blonde
And we're all from Gpf
So believe it or not, my muse
I'm blū
This is not about you;
I just wrote a love song
{Enter The Multiverse}
[The Festival Project.™]
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-Ū.™
Just shoot him in the foot. Let's go.
[a bullet rings out from the gun and ricochets onto the light fiture and around the room before hitting a wall.]
Bullet proof loafers!
Yessir!
Who does that.
They're steel toe!
You, my friend, have enemies.
And who says I have friends.
Ah, shit, that's right.
What, what happened?
I gotta kill this guy before aa
Listen to me, and listen to me good, okay?
Ok, Robbie.
This shit—
Is priceless.
I believe you.
Then why don't you act like it?
I don't act like anything!
What is this?
I'm not an actor.
You're not— listening to me.
What, are you speaking in code.
Use your eyes, Dillon! Your eyes!
What in the actual fuck.
How dare you!
Great, now I gotta kill all these guys.
Why. What for?
Look. There's something you should know about shapeshifting.
What's that.
There's really no way of getting in, and then getting out all the way…
So you mean.
DANDELION! DANDELION!
What— is that a safe word?!
DANDELION.
Ice cream. Ice cream. Gotta get.
Are you looking for ice cream.
Yeah, I— yeah.
…I know where to find ice cream.
Well yeah, but.
I got ice cream.
Yesteryear was long and fowl…
Your show makes me very unhappy.
My show makes you unhappy?
Yes.
So does yours. So— I think we're even.
What! My show makes you unhappy?
Yes, I hate it.
You hate the tonight show? How can you hate the tonight show?
I don't. I hate you.
I—what?
I hate you.
Okay?
Okay.
Why!
You ruined SNL.
I what.
Killed the whole show.
Excuse me?
You're excused.
Wh—
I gotta go— be mediocre.
What?
You know the feeling.
I—
[exits]
…
…
[lights turn off]
*the festival project ™
Believe it or not,
It's not about you
I dream up my perfect man
And he's Lilly white
And he's all for me
And without a name
And he's ten foot tall
And he don't like blonde
And we're all from Gpf
So believe it or not, my muse
I'm blū
This is not about you;
I just wrote a love song
{Enter The Multiverse}
[The Festival Project.™]
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-Ū.™