[ENTER THE MULTIVERSE]

Is what it

No room for error

No passing judgement

That one went faster

I better run for cover

Well-warrior, not a fighter—

I'll fight to the death for ever after

She said

“I've never been happier”

A paraphrase, actually

What a celebrity

All I asked was for protection

The fame and wealth can wait, j guess

A well warrior, never a fighter

Well,

As long as I'm healthy

Been thinking of traveling

That might be worth it

I've never been so frightened, I think

But always been selfish

Hold on,

I gotta run to another dimension

I left my stomach on ice

I've been eating my eyes out

My son is in prison

Ex husband, a fighter

The wifebeating's genetic

I'm just multidimensional

Now the demon's behind me

Over my right shoulder

I took my own crucifix

Like I lifted the boulder

I told you

I could bury my credits

With the devil

“You have no power here! “

If madonna's the good witch

Then what of Beyoncé

I took my sacrifice down to the alter.

What did you want

The coughs to stop haunting you

What did you ask?

I just asked for protection

But I've been surrounded by demons

Wife waters and cheating husbands

Not a shaman,

Just another lost one

I put some miles on these runners—

I clocked in 20 of em since the sabbath

Give or take

Or give

Or take

Or

I'm not doing my job

If Shazam isn't on

I'm not doing my job

If I never show up

Just to run

And the show must go on

But if I want to try Juliard

I have to work harder

I have to hope for alone

I had to apologize to my body

I got depressed when my son went back to his father

Back to alaska

Where it all started

—I still think about Jimmy Fallon when I'm holding a fart in.

What do you cal that?

A comic relief.

(Or a con man)

Sorry, I got off track

When I got what I wanted

I bought it all back at the pawn shop

Just from a deposit

On a long haul

I'm the wrong one to fuck with

By a long shot

Fuck it,

When I walk off,

The show starts

And after,

An encore

(Of four of em)

My DJ brain's back on

I gotta get to work

I gotta get a job

I gotta learn to twerk

I should smoke more

I gotta show em what I've got

Never—ever tell God you're bored.

GOD

What's that?!

NOTHIN

SUNNI BLU

Somebody tell these hoodlums crocs ain't shoes!

I see you stomping through the ghetto

With some slippers on

In a rain storm

What the fuck is going on

Trash on the floor

Your asses are done

FORE!

(Meanwhile, at some golf course

The landlords are making sure

If there are more of us,

We're all dumb)

I'm only suicidal

When the lights are on

I'm only suicidal

When the night is gone

It's back to morning

Busses full of strangers

On their cellulars

I pray to God

To stop the coughs

She must be deaf or something

GOD

What.

Or it's just Illuminati

Gotta run to even be a thought

I've been forgotten in the dust

I never ever had a brother

Like the one I've got

(The sun I'm under)

I'll never ever cry under the moon,

I promise

I'll never wonder if he's coming soon

The answer was never

But I used to wonder

I used to have friends

They used me

I got used to being humiliated

I got used to being inhuman

Negative—negative.

I guess it's back to deadmau5 24 hours a day

I'll never sleep again

But that was a vacation for the ages

I got on a plane, went to bed

And never got up

—we didn't get far from the ground

There's no room for error.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

George Washington

John Adams

Thomas Jefferson

James Monroe

Nope, can't for the life of me remember the 5th

Oh shit, I was wrong

Turns out, my memory only can hold three.

That's a good number

I really wish you'd stop just–showing up like this.

I never leave.

Then go away.

I live here.

I know you'd like to think that, but–

Okay, I'm going to tell you something but I need you to remain calm.

What time is it?

I don't care

Are we gonna make a movie?

Depends; is it gonna make me money.

FINE.

I don't need anymore information about anything else: only these three.

Are you serious?

I wish I wasn't.

I need you to do this.

Look, Timmy–I'm not really into grantng wishes anymore. It always blows back on me.

A blowjob.

Uh huh.

That's why you're bothering me.

I–would rather you just pick up the call.

Take a message.

I like ‘em like this.

I like ‘em like that.

I like ‘em like this.

–and I like ‘em like that.

And I like ‘em like this.

–and I like ‘em like that.

Mmm like that.

Like that.

I like ‘em like this.

I like ‘em like that.

I like ‘em like this.

–and I like ‘em like that.

And I like ‘em like this.

–and I like ‘em like that.

Mmm like this

Like that.

Like —

_____

The urge to eat had suddenly left me

I wanted a burrito,

(But I want to eat red meat)

I've gotta stop thinking in sequences and parentheses

Complex lines, and writing in past tense so presently.

I probably should eat

(But probably shouldn't…)

I'm starting to bleed;

As if i'd been fasting

Perhaps, though I had been

But had so indulgently feasted

On calories enough to last me

Till after today

(or even till next week)

PAY ATTENTION.

Woah, to WHAT.

Holy shit, I knew this dude was a psychopath but.

This is real.

ARE YOU SEEING THIS.

I “see” it.

I should stop meditating in public.

You see this? I know everything about you.

Why?

I bought it on the internet.

What is it.

Metadata.

That's…flattering.

Yeah.

Wake up.

Why, where are we going?

Atlanta.

What's in Atlanta?

You see this?

Yes.

Do you know what it is?

Uh, it's a–

What is it?

It's a doll.

It's not a doll.

Oh, it's not.

Gimmie a dollar.

-_-

It's a poppit.

“Dr pimple popper”

Ew that's fucking gross.

I hate this.

Let me see.

Does s/he have backne?

Yes/No.

Great, i'll take it.

Fuckit.

Okay, I got to “whatever”.

You went too far.

What? I thought I was supposed to go past “fuckit”

Yeah, you go past fuckit,

I did that!

But if you get to “whatever”, you've gone too far.

You've gotta go back.

Back to WHAT. There was almost no space between “fuckit” and “whatever”

Oh trust me. There is.

So?

This is how he's been controlling you.

And?

And!?

Has it ever occurred to you that I want to be controlled?

What!

That it just takes the right person to get that kind of permission–

permission to what

Permission to ride.

…

Maybe I gave him the reigns.

What horse “gives” its rider the reigns.

Who said anything about a horse?!

Another Horse Mix.

Nice.

fuck .

FYCK.

I told you.

You know what…
Maybe that's my poppit.

What.

Maybe.

I'm so confused.

Oh, good–the reversal spell worked.

You did a reversal spell on me?

Only after I found out what spell you put on ME–FIRST.

Yeah, except I wasn't the first one to use that spell on you.

EXACTLY. COPY-CAT.

Moo.

Aww.

I'm a cat.

…

*face*

I mean “meow”

That's right. Cat.

…moo.

*face*

THE WORLDENDERZ are a secret band of superheroes—their secret identities include the various roles on the overnight shift at a popular chain of super-gyms, Las Vegas Athletic Club—

“The Night Shift “

A miniseries

The Night Shift is a mockumentary style miniseries which follows the secret identities of a band of superheroes in their day-to-day working the graveyard shift at LVAC; before forming The a world Enders, they comedicly attempt to mask using their multi dimensional and extraterrestrial superpowers, each unknowing that they are all respectively some of the most powerful beings in the universe, however, after SUPACREE is spotted by a mole from one of the various agencies tracking her, a plan is hatched to turn the unwittingly suspicious and mysterious strangers into an intergalactic multidimensional task force, forming the WORLDENDERS.

It's WORLDENDERZ.

Yeah, that's what I said.

With a Z.

No, that's stupid.

YEAH IT IS.

DO IT.

Alright—

WORLDENDERZ

The World Enders are an elite task force of super-powered extraterrestrial hybrids developed to aid in post-apocalyptic recovery and planetary regeneration after imminent doom in other worlds as well as parallel realms and realities.

They all share a multitude of each other's powers, some carrying variations of respective powers and abilities, which include telepathy, invisibility, teleportation, invisibility, and super speed/strength, but also each have a set of specific special abilities unique to their individual selves. All gifted shapeshifters, they use these skills to cloak their true hidden talents and ulterior motives—though no players intention ever goes against the grain of the greater good.

MELLO

Gift of gab. A demon slayer and chaos magician, who uses her bubbly personality and friendly demeanor to mask her dangerous and destructive rage—which actually summons previously-slayed demons, to use against the enemy in attack. Special Ability/Secret Power: The Power of Jesus Christ.

THE ORANGE JULIUS

Turns junk food into nuclear energy; sometimes glows (bright neon orange) in the dark—he also makes incredible smoothies, which, if consumed, transmits some of his nuclear power to its consumer.

UNC

A demon slayer, who uses his shape shifting ability to appear in his 20s, but is actually 75.

QUASIMODO

Brings inanimate objects made from planetary or organic materials into living form, usually used for repopulating planets where a mass extinction has occurred.

DOCTOR OSBORNE

Doctor Osborne is paying off his medical school debt by secretly working a night job across town at a nearby gymnasium—he spends his other 16 hours as a brain surgeon, using his superpowers to save lives by performing miracles during operations in which the survival rate are slim to none; this accounts for his beyond tired and lackluster behavior during his time at the gym—however his certain onset narcolepsy is often a conviniéndote key to success in many of the world Enders missions.

ORION

“A real nigga”

A world builder and extremely gifted seer with immense telepathic and telekinetic capabilities.

Copyright [The Festival Project] 2022

C.C.S. Monroe

AKLA, Inc.

Everyone Is At The Event, Where Everything Happened.

She broke everything in my house.

Everything?

Ev-er-y-thing.

Hah, I broke all of his stuff.

All of it?

Everything, dude.

Hehe.

All of it.

No, Like--Literally, Everyone, Ever.

What did you do to this girl?

_

EXCEPT…

I don't get it. She hates Dillon Francis.

She does— hate Dillon Francis.

So why would she go to this?

[They enter simultaneously.]

YOU!

YOU!

[They charge.]

EH.

[She--

—-

I don't get it, how do I write about magic?

I don't know, just say what it looks like---

Cut To:

Staring at Skrillex.

[It's...an anomaly.]

Yeah, she's just been staring at it, I think for…

Doesn't matter how long, dude--she's gonna get stuck in it.

OF course she's gonna get stuck in it, she doesn't know who built it.

...who did this…?

“The World Builders”

[Staring at Skrillex.]

[It's...an anomaly.]

Yeah, she's just been staring at it, I think for…

Doesn't matter how long, dude--she's gonna get stuck in it.

OF course she's gonna get stuck in it, she doesn't know who built it.

...who did this…?

“Think about it; What would you do that would leave a profound effect on Skrillex.

I've...been...trying to figure that out, maybe.

Pi.

Look, it's S U P A C R E E.

Oh shit, these are DIRECTIONS.

To WHERE, tho?

Dude, I have something to tell you.

What.

It's bad.

Why, what happened?

It's... look, no one else can know about it, okay?

Okay...

Oh shit, she's a Trance artist now?

Trance? I don't know how to make trance.

This one time, I held my breath meditating to it, and I just--

Just what?

—-

That's it. It just ended.

What?

Yeaaauhh dude. I don't fuck with Skrillex. For a lot of reasons.

…

I think I might be a writer.

Oh no.

She's a writer.

Oh, no.

Oh, NO. I am not touching that with a $10,000 dollar paycheck!

$!0,000--what the fuck am I gonna go with $10,000?

($10,000 is the rich people equivalent of $10)

Yo. Poor people will do just about anything for $10.

What? No, they won't.

Yes they will--hey--watch this. Hey!

[guy looks] I'll give you $10 to hop across the street on 1 foot.

D1- He just does it

See.

D2- Does it, gets hit by a bus.

See. That guy died. For $10.

D3- Does it, gets hit by a bus; but is S U P A C R E E and resurrects instantly, then comes back for vengeance, capturing 2 more.

What, she has their souls?

Hearts and Souls.

Goddamn.

(Literally)

Well, I told you Jesus quit, right--?

Yeah, he's...he left.

So you swim into port that has a boat.

A boat--

Then you get on the boat.

Get on the boat.

That boat is going to take you to another boat.

Okay, another boat.

I TOLD YOU THERE WAS ANOTHER BOAT.

YOU DIDN'T”T TELL ME THE FIRST ONE HAD TO SINK, TO BOARD IT.

Oh, yeah, well--duh.

So then--on the second boat--

Well, it's more like a really big Ferry

(It's a monstrous cruise ship)

Yeah, that shit made groove cruise look like...what the poor people equivalent of groove cruise?

There is no “poor people equivalent”

Well then--how do poor people rave on boats?

They don't.

That doesn't seem fair.

Yeah--where's the equality?

There's no such thing as equality in poverty!

Actually--

HAH. THEY CALL IT “GOD'S COUNTRY”

I'm not taking responsibility for this. I didn't do this.

“IN GOD WE TRUST”

NO, that just means; the trust is empty.

It's empty.

This...this used to be a reservoir.

It still is...a reservoir.

Of water.

Oh.

It's a “Christian Nation?” Christian? What's a Christian?

It's--

NO.

Jesus, listen.

NO. YOU LISTEN: FUCK. THAT.

FUCKTHAT.

Oh, he was mad.

He was pretty mad.

He still is, mad.

He is, pretty mad.

Dad, what happened?

It doesn't matter, it just had to happen.

Why did it ‘have' to happen?

If you have even to ask; I don't have an answer.

Ogh, dude.

I know.

It's almost time to go back to work.

I know.

Oh, my God.

I know.

How long have we been in this Void--it's so random.

[The whole #SQUAD is on Watch.]

Hm. What is this?

[A look]

Can I have some?

[Another look.]

I like it. I want it.

[The Look.]

I'mma try it out.

OK.

__

Ask Him! He knows!

How to get to Skrillex? (still censored)

Yes--you know. He knows. You know, right?

I don't know.

What?

I--?

IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.

(It didn't happen.)

Fuck.

NO dude, I found it--I just don't remember how…

Do you remember when?

Ah, I remember my first Skrillex.

I don't.

Oh My God dude. Flip Flops?

Yes, my feet are killing me.

Skrillex is in 10 minutes.

Actually, 9. The Hotel is 7 minutes away.; The car is parked in Valet; If we leave now, we can make it back by the time it starts, I swear.

You SWEAR?

__

Ooh...Beyonce...I like her.

We all like her.

Give her something nice.

Nice.

Very nice.

Very nice. What do you want her to dress as?

Oh her? ...she can come as herself.

[the next part]

Yo FUCK the Met Gala; I'm going to THIS shit.

What? You were invited? I want to be invited! How did you get an invite?

((Oh, you can't write that))

Damn right I won't.

Lol, she had her dress as Beyonce.

That's cold.

She stole Umbrella!

She stole it first! It wasn't even written for her--!

It wasn't written for anybo--

Actually, it was written for ME.

Oh yeah, huh.

Why does this song have 32 writers on it?

What the fuuuuckkk...

What.

We have Skrillex.

Skrillex. How did you get a Skrillex?

Just--Skrillex.

“Just Skrillex”?

The Original.

Oh, shit. The Original Skrillex.

Like, the first one?

First one ever.

Where the fuck is my Skrillex?

I didn't take it.

STFU “didn't take it”--Where the fuck is my Skrillex?

Oh what--Skrillex? We have Skrillex!

You do?

Of course we do! It's paradise.

Oh, wow.

Oh, wow.

If that man sits at a piano, I will pass out...

Oh wow, he plays piano...hmm.

I will faint.

How did he DO this?

This Volcano emits *this* frequency.

Ah, try this--

Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites. Oh. I know this one.

Do you?

Yeah!

Bruh. I'm about to take a lot of drugs right now; I'm just calling to tell you that I love you.

What happened?

Nothing happened. I'm just like this now.

What's that?

Nothing!

What is it?

Nothing!

It's Skrillex, isn't it.

I don't get how he DID this.

Someone give this man an honorary doctorate.

Think about it like this; if all this is happening to you, and you have--

--No Grammys--

--and he's got--

--Eight Grammys.

Eighth Grammys, really? Damn, what the fuck.

I know, right?

Right. So. If he has eight Grammys--and you have none--

--zero Grammys--

--and you're experiencing this right now--

Damn, what the fuck happened to him?

She shat in my Grammys.

What! All Eight of Them?

YES.

I didn't shit in his Grammys.

You didn't?

NO!

Well, that's good, because--

I hired other people to shit in his Grammys.

What?

Best $80 I ever spent.

Why are we terrorizing Skrillex?

He started it.

He did start it.

See, this is why I like him--he doesn't ask questions.

What? You hired 8 different people to shit in his Grammys.

Yeah!

Dude, that is disgusting!

Dude.

You hired three different photographers to take professional photoshoots of my dick.

Look; These were all done on location; we went to Catalina...it was kind of cold though--

WHAT THE FUCK.

Dude, this is like 9 lawsuits.

Well, actually, one of them is a Class Action, so that's actually like a dozen actual complaints rolled into one; I don't know why they do that.

{SupaCree has arranged literally “many seats” for both Skrillex, and Dillon Francis.]

{Sweet Brown's Monologue:

Well, Sweetie, I'll tell you what; That's a tough way to go. I'll give you one more go at it; and

She Stole All of our Music!

All of it?

NO! Just the HITS!

(awws)

‘ATROCIOUS C' ? What the fuck is THIS?

Hmmm Atrocious C and the--

Wait--what was it called again?

Oh shit. Black Jack Black.

That was it.

Right?

Yeah, that was the original joke, I think.

You think?

Yeah, I think--But then I remembered Atrocious C

Wait, Atrocious C was a real thing?

YEAH dude, it was my cover band in college.

COVER BAND IN COLLEGE?

YEP.

Black Jack Black Jack Black.

Oh no.

Yep, he was there.

Remember that $10,000 I gave you yesterday, and you said you didn't want it?

Yeah…

I need it back.

No.

What? You said you didn't want it!

Yeah, then you made me take it anyway, so I spent it!

Well, what'd you spend it on?!

Dude, where are we going?

If I knew, then it wouldn't be an adventure!

Please, no Skrillex.

PUMP THE SHIT.

Dude, is that Skrillex?

Go the other way.

What? Why?

TURN AROUND .

Seriously, what was that?

TURN AROUND.

“Turn arouuund”

She wrote the whole...movie.

What the fuck is a “movie”?

I should record this.

“record” ?

OK, FIRST OF ALL.

Skrillex has Magic Powers.

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSHUTTHEFUCKUPPPPPP.

Wow, 14 Pages.

What...language is this...

-It's In English

-It's in Skrillex.

YOU KNOW I CAN'T READ--

Ugh, yeah, I can translate this.

It's alphanumeric..

You algebraic motherfucker.

Damn. Is he still over there?

Yeah.

Goddamn.

….

Goddamn.

Hey. Uh. Come in.

...it's nice in here.

It is.

...did you take out a wall?

Window.

Oh. Okay.

Yeah.

Where's Dillon?

Oh, he's... chillin.

{Dillon Francis is sleeping like a--

No dead baby jokes.

I wasn't going to make a-

[He's laid out, alright.]

How long has he been sleeping like this?

...I don't know...awhie.

How long's “awhile”? We've been trying to call him.

I know. I have his phone…

That explains the inspirational breakfast messages.

What? I stopped getting mine!

I found your preceding messages to be in bad taste.

CUT TO:

Everyone is laid out. She is going through their phones.

Woah. This is a lot of tits.

So many tits.

Tits. Tits. Tits. Oh hey--look at these.

Oh, I don't like that. What is that?

CUT BACk:

Oh, you saw that…?

I saw that. And I deleted that. And I blocked your number.

(shamefully) Oh.

On everyone's devices.

What the fuck.

Permanently.

Oh.

Yeah...You should go, now.

[Does]

Dude, she has me carrier locked with every provider in the united states; I had to get a burner just to try to get through to all of my contacts everytime I try to make call it somehow gets intercepted.

Hahah. he had to get a burner. Haaaah.

wow , you really did it this time.

Now I can listen to their calls.

What? That's impossible--

NO IT ISN'T dude. I don't know how she's doing this--it's like every time I--HELLO?

--What? Hello? Hello? Hm.

Haaah, I disconnected them.

Dude, what are you doing to these DJs?

FUCK THESE DJs.

FUCK THESE DJs.

FUCK THESE DJ'S. And that guy over there.

Hey, who is that guy anyway?

I don't know...he kind of looks familiar…

Yeah, he does...I...I think I might have seen him perform once…

Preform? Perform what? Music?

…

YEAH, HE DOES MUSIC! I REMEMBER. THIS GUY'S A DJ.

...I'm...not a DJ.

HE'S A DJ. LETS GET HIM.

What does he do?

Who, that guy?

[Skrillex.]

I don't know.

What's up, I'm “Not A DJ”---

YOu should probably be careful with it...

Careful with it.

Be careful with it, it's limited Skrillex.

Limited Skrillex.

Mmhmm.

Lets get it.

We probably shouldn't.

Mm. I feel like we should

Dude, it's limited.

___

Cosmo.

What?

You should probably stop drinking.

Why?

You're flying sideways.

Alright.

Try water.

WATAAAAR!!

__

Dude, how long have we been dead for?

Dead for?

Yeah, man.

I don't know.

Yeah, me neither.

She didn't make it.

Didn't make it? What do you mean, is she okay?

No, I mean--she's dead…

WHAT?

That's not ok.

I don't get it, what is she doing?

This is just how she does it, shut up.

Yeah, but what is she doing?

Skrillex!

He's here?

He's here!

I gotta go!

Get gone!

Skrillex?!

Yuh!

Fuhck! If he's here, then i'm already late.

Late for what?

Pretty much anything, you name it.

His...Name...Is…

DON'T SAY ITl

DON'T SAY IT!

DON'T SAY IT!

He's been sleeping for...several days.

[Still Staring At The Sky} Who DID this!?

Explain it to me!

Explain it to you? I can't explain to you! Are you seeing this?

I'm in it!

Everything's in it!

Bruh.

I know, dude.

A little man climbed out of my sub this morning, and I'm just saying---I don't know if I can take it.

I don't know how I'd take that, either.

I can't take it.

There's just one thing you should know:

What?

When the bass drops, so do we.

DROP.

What did you do with Dillon Francis?

I don't know. I can't remember.

You don't remember.

What did you do with that bitch?!

I don't know! I don't remember!

You don't remember?

Noone remembers.

Deadmau5: I remember.

Deadmau5 Remembers Everything.

This is why he is “like that.”

WHY AM I LIKE THIS.

WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.

I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T REMEMBER.

So wait--Deadmau5 knows the entire story?

well , yeah.

Wait, which story?

All of them.

What the fuck!

Happy Birthday!

(he is canadian, so he is morbidly polite)

Thanks.

You're welcome.

K.

So.

YAH! [they both draw their rave weapons]

WHO IN THE FUCK ARE YOU?

I AM IN “THE FUCK” YOU'RE “THE FUCK”, YOU DICK. Here's your gift. [She tosses it.]

Oh, Gosh--this is... actually exactly what I wanted.

I know dude.

UH-WHO ARE YOU?

I'm YO(U) .

[They do not battle. He just accepts it.]

Have you seen this rock?

It's...not a rock, it's…

Well, have you seen it?

Yeah I've seen it.

It's pretty sick.

Yeah…

(Delirious) Oh My God--A Tiny Man...with a tiny scythe….

I am not a man.

I'M NOT A WOMAN.

---he changed his name to a symbol.

I'M NOT A MAN.

“is _____________” a boy or girl

I AM SOMETHING YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

What dude. What the fuck do you want? What?

Wait, you're...Jesus----Jesus-Jesus???

If you insist on still calling me that, I told you ages ago...

(to himself) ...that makes so much sense…Jesus…

Hm?

Hey wait--are you still--sleeping--kind of?

*wakes instantly* Sleeping? Who's sleeping? I'm not sleeping!

Chel.

HUH.

[they squint at each other suspiciously]

WHO'S THE PINATA NOW, BITCH?!

Oh, my God, Gerald! Get a hold of yourself!!!

WHAT HAVE I DONE!

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

Dillon--What have you done.

WHAT--DID YOU--DO.

Just...Voodoo.

VOOOOOODOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

(She's mad.)

((Oh, she's so mad))

(((Mad, what's that?)))

Bruh. She bleached my asshole.

What!

Yeah. And then tie dyed it.

Trending: Rainbow Taint.

Bro. How did you even find out about that?

-creative ways you might find out, your junk has been permanently altered.

What, it's PERMANENT.

Dude, how Am I supposed to explain my LITERALLY Blue Balls?

--I”M BLUE DA BA DE, DA BU DI__

I thought it was “Da BU Di--Do-Bu-DI”

Obblah-di, Oh Blah-da;

Life goes on, brah--

La-Da-Da-Da-Life goes on.

I don't know. I might be a writer.

She's a writer.

She's a writer! Oh No!

She's a rider.

Oh, that's robust.

Oh My God--It was that big?

(Nods)

You'd never know.

...I knew it...

What did you do with it?

I just wrapped it around my leg and tucked it into my sock, most the time.

Oh, wow.

Yeah. I had to layer, the tube socks.

That's--wow.

Yeah. I mean. When you're right, you're right.

You're right.

I just get confused about it when I see him in shorts now.

[in shorts.]

(she cocks her head to the side and squints, staring very suspiciously)

(Later)

We find that --

Woah.

What.

This is ridiculous.

It is. Skrillex is Ridiculous.

It is.

So wait. This dudes dick.

Oh my God.

Is so long--

right

He just opens up a portal to another dimension, so he has some place to put it while he's doing business--

What is this.

--So it doesn't get in the way.

Lol. Pocket Portal.

Why did you DO this?

Who did this?

SIR.

STOP CALLING ME THAT.

SIr, it was “not enough.”

What?

I don't get it, so he's like a psychic?

Skrillex is a psychic.

Mm. No. No, he isn't.

Uh, yes he is.

No, he's not. He's just from the future, so he knows what's in it.

Oh.

Which future?

All of them.

Wait, which human era?

...

Oh, I've seen the movie.

How could you see the movie, it doesn't exist yet?

Oh. It exists.

What? It does?

Yes. And It is fucked up.

Like, in a good way?

just FUCKED UP.

Bruh. I went to go see Skrillex last night.

Oh shit. How was it?

IT WAS FUCKED UP

Like, in a good way?

JUST--

I JUST--

I JUST,

ADJUST.

There. There it is.

Adjust.

I don't see anything.

Veer Weest.

There!

There! Right! There!

*gasps* Wait, I think I see it.

I see something. Wait. Is that.

Adjust.

*gasp*

it's moving.

It is moving,

It appears to be moving.

I can't just leave it, they'll find it--I have to keep moving it.

You can't keep moving it--the planet can't handle it. There are still humans on it!

I know there are still humans on it, that's where I left them; but I can't just put it back, and I can't just leave it out here for the Inter--Galactic--

Interdimensional--

Whatever! I'm not just gonna leave it here for some aliens to turn into a trash planet.It's not a trash planet.

(It's, basically a trash planet)

It's a trash planet.

Okay, well--it's my trash planet! And. I already annihilated--or, am in the current process of--annihilating all the evil soulless demon people-things. All the Bad Things.

It has a lot of badness.

Yes, but recently less badness. Kind of. And also less water. Everyone's thirsty now. But...I mean, we always were, kind of. Especially in LA.

What is your process?

This is it. Look. This planet--

Trash Planet--

Trash--Look. Its full of primitive species--

OKay--

And also other things that shouldn't be there.

Alright.

And it's almost dead. Or dying. Or...dead already.

It's dead. It's a dead trash-planet.

But I can't let anything [else] happen to it.

--AND DEN--

You caused an entire apocalypse.

Well, they called me fat, so.

Well great; What are you going to do with your dead post apocalyptic trash planet? You can't keep expanding everlasting galaxies just so you can stuff this piece of crap planet into voids.

Aha-Ha.

IT'S FUCKIN--AHA--

W-Wait. Where did it go?

Where did he go?

Where did she go?

How did I get here?

How DID she get there?

I've been looking for you everywhere!

That sucks…

Where were you?

Nowhere.

Like, the only place I didn't check!

It was the first place I checked.

You checked?

Yes. He wasn't there.

He's not in there.

He's not on the lineup.

I know how to get her here.

___Dude, I don't know how you did this! How did you DO this?

Look, it's a long story.

Well make it a short one.

*sighs* Look. I was jumping up and down, during my set, like usual--okay.

OKay.

So I….dropped the bass, and then…

AND DEN?

And then?

And then…(looks off, into the distance, for a moment) I went up, the bass went down; My dick went sideways, and forward--

--sideways and forward, at the same time--

>>>Yes. It was a lot.

Yo. What's his power.

I don't know.

I know you know. Everybody knows you know. What's his power.

Ask him.

Dude, I know you know it; Just tell me.

“Macbook Bro”

It's Apples Take on Music Production.

Yo dude, these are flying off the shelves.

___

Dude. I jus' joined the mile high club.

No way.

Yes way.

With who?

Myself.

Nice.

It was great.

__

So you're telling me--

I'm telling you--what I was told--

That they put him on a helicopter in the middle of the desert--

---Black Rock City--

Whatever--Burning man--middle of the desert--

_-Yeah--

--Right. And then flew him to--

--”an undisclosed location”--

--okay--

___

Okay, I actually just had a few questions about the script…

Go ahead,

I was wondering about this scene with Skrillex.

...Skrillex? What Skrillex?

It's...pages…

No. It isn't. There's no Skrillex.

He is introduced as a character in Act...

No, Skrillex isn't in this.

He...is...I'm...looking right at it.

What page?

Pages 45, thru…

“45”

Yeah.

There's no...come here.

What.

Come over here. Let me see.

[Does.]

...what master is this...

The revision I got in my email this morning.

From who?

From you.

WHAT?

BRO. YOU REMEMBER WHEN WE WENT OUT TO THE DESERT--

---YEAH---

--AND WE BURNED THAT--

---YEAH---

MY ENTIRE STAFF GOT THAT IN THEIR EMAIL THIS MORNING.

WHAT? I thought that was the only copy.

IT WAS.

WHAT THE FUCK.

BRO THIS NIGGA.

THIS NIGGA.

NIGGA.

Skrillex did A Skrillex.

Three People Know About It.

Skrillex is not one of those people.

Woah.

So. He doesn't know.

He doesn't know.

Oh, no….

...I just don't get it; I'm really sleepy.

Well yeah...you are ...dead, so.

What? I'm dead?

Oh, yes.

That explains it.

It... actually doesn't explain anything. Do you remember what happened?

Uh...I...Hmm.

It's alright, take your time.

What is “Time”, really?

Ah, he's waking up.

___

He's not waking up.

He's been like this for awhile.

What do we do?

Call it in.

Call It in and say what? Hey, we just Michael Jackson'd Skrillex?

Technically, he Michael Jackson'd himself.

Technically, Michael Jackson Micheal Jackson'd himself.

Oh, shit, that's right.

And 9/11 was an inside job.

Well yeah.

--so, we're white; it's not like we'll get jail time for it--

Jail time--woah woah woah--

We'll, we're also rich so--

oh , oh yeah.

Well, I mean --technically he's not--I mean--he's still alive…

He's been sleeping for 3 weeks, dude.

Right--so he's gotta be waking up soon, right?

yeah . If you still believe in santa clause

(Later)

By the way, dude; Santa Clause, dude; He's--

--What? He's real too?

Really real.

You really can hear everything when you're in a coma.

I didn't send this! It was never supposed to--

--Well. The studio likes it, they gave us the go ahead for everything this morning--

Everything waht?

Well the budget, expansions.

Expansions?

Yeah, for the dance scenes.

Dance scenes?

Yeah. And. Skrillex is on his way over to discuss the contracts.

Contracts?

Yeah.

Skrillex?

Yes.

Skrillex seen this?

Yes.

Skrillex can't see this.

He... already has.

No.

Yeah.

(just shakes head, in harsh reflection)

He likes it. He's doing it.

He..likes..it?

Yes. He's on the way.

Now?

Yes.

Skrillex.

...Yes, Skrillex is on the--

--BREAK GLASS IN CASE OF SKRILLEX--

BYE.

Where's SUPACREE?

Nobody can find her.

She just--vanished.

--just vanished?

Yeah.

What happened?

(Later)

Well, I did mention Skrillex...

--ohhhh, you told her Skrillex was coming? That explains it.

It...doesn't explain anything.

Actually, nah, that explains everything.

What are you talking about?

...I'm not.

Rezz knows.

Rezz: Knows what.

Exactly.

Nigga you caught a Skrillex.

YEAH BITCH.

Throw it back!

What?

Throw it back! We don't eat that!

What?

Throw it back.

Well, I went to Skrillex this morning.

How was it?

They destroyed it, it's gone now.

Destroyed it? IT's gone?

I mean--pretty much gone; it's still there--like you can go, but when you get there it's..there's nothing there.

There's Nothing there.

...did you see that?

What?

[There's nothing there.]

...huh..did you hear that?

What?

[There's nothing there]

Woah, who's his best friend?

Looks like this girl is--

Damn. She's hot.

Hot.

Feeling Hot, Hot Hot!

Welp, retreat.

Retreat?

Retreat. We're not doing this.

They're...retreating.

Wat? Why would they retreat?

They're turning around…

Oh…

And....they're gone. They left.

I wonder why.

DUDE, DID YOU SEE--

I know.

I was like--

Yesss honey, I know.

So yeah.

Yeahhhhh.

Now what?

[They don't know.]

What happened?

They don't know!

[Nobody knows.]

Nobody knows.

Skrillex knows.

Wait. WHAT.

Yeah, Skrillex knows.

...what? wait --how do you know?

...sometimes, I find out things.)

>..about Skrillex?

yeah ,man.

How?

Does it MATTER?

...uh...it does matter.

How did you GET this?

Doesn't matter.

Uh. It DOES matter.

I know he did it. I was THERE.

What dude, you weren't there.

Deadmau5: I was there.

Oh yeah, Joel? He was there.

So you remember that?

Well, yeah.

Well, I was already hanging with Dillon Francis, which was weird.

--it was weird--

So when Deadmau5 shows up in the middle of it, it doesn't really matter how fucked up I am, I'm gonna remember some shit like that.

What? I don't remember that happening.

Huh. So you must have blacked out first.

Which means

I WON.

Actually, I feel like we all lost.

--yeah, but it didn't get really weird, until--

I AM SKRILLEX.

Deadmau5: Yeah, see.

Yo dude, this nigga is Skrillex.

This isn't Skrillex.

It's Skrillex.

It's not Skrillex. I'm looking straight at him.

It is Skrillex, dude. I know what I'm talking about.

But you don't remember anything else about it?

No, I don't.

Dude. She bedazzled my dick and then did photoshoots with it.

More than one?

Three. One was on location.

To DOctor: What? It's permanent?

I mean--

Well can I at least take out this barbell and change is for something less...blingy.

It's got rhinestones.

Uh actually, those are real diamonds--uh, you're welcome--and

--AND--?

It's not just blingy; It also has bluetooth.

Bluetooth for WHAT.

Dude.

Oh watch this. I have the app installed on my phone, I just--

Dude. What did she do to your dick?

What? My DICK? Nothing. What?

[They all stare.]

What?

It was--

What do you know about Skrillex?

...Too much, actually. Why?

Okay, then you make a Right on Time.

Okay, now what?

Make another right.

Okay…

Now, at the next light , take another right.

...On TIME?

Why didn't we just take a LEFT on TIME?

What? He should have made it; I know he left ofn time.

Right road, wrong realm.

Okay. NOw what.

OKay, now hit warp speed; Because the Interdimensional Galactic Special Forces Patrol is going to start chasing you.

WHAT?

**ALIEN SIRENS**

(AND LAZERS)

THIS IS REALLY COOL!!

Yeah, I know; but they have nukes, so--

OH.

Yeah, Run.

RUN!

RUNNNNNNN!

Did you run?

I did not run; i RAN.

I RAN for my life!

What. She's in IRAN?

...I RA...VE.

PARTY?

PARTY-PARTY.

What am I looking at right now?

That? That's just a Doompy Poomp.

Why? WHY?

I don't know. They just have them here.

For WHAT? WHY?

They just happen.

I told you she was gonna get stuck in it.

(And She did)

Spiders are actually highly intelligent--and--rather humane.

You know what, actually? I kind of like this.

You're trapped in it, and about to get eaten.

Ah...ok.

OK? YOu're okay with this?

WOAH! You were trapped in a spider's web? What.

Yeah, once. I wouldn't recommend it, but; I guess that's what I get for trying to be a fly on the wall.

WHAT DID YOU DO?

I don't know how he did it, okay?

What?

Of course you know; you have to know.

I don't know.

You have to know.

I don't. I just

First rule of time travel: DON'T.

Oh, that is the first rule.

Skrillex has broken the first rule of time travel.

The FIRST rule? He's broken EVERY rule.

Should we let him go?

We're gonna have to let him go.

Wow, you fired Skrillex?

You Killed Skrillex.

“What, is he sick?”

“No, fool--we're gonna kill him.”

MUFASA MOTHERFUCKER.

THAT MOTHER-FATHER.

MOTHERFUCKER!

How did he even get in through the--

I don't know.

Which exit did he leave through?

He didn't! He just

(whirring noise, spiral loop, POOF)

What. Is his Power.

I DON'T KNOW.

OOh. SKRILLEX has POWERS?

Of course he has powers.

Of course he has powers.

He's magic.

Oh, yeah. That makes sense. I never thought about that.

You Never thought about it?

NO!

Not even ONCE?

NOOO!

Not Even One Time?

...WELL, Now I've thought about it.

HA! See.

No! I don't “see!”

I did NAZI that--

Yes you did.

I know how to get her here.

HOW?

HOW.

Just put Skrillex on the lineup.

I can't afford to get Skrillex on the lineup.

Dude. It's simple.

There's literally not one simple thing about Skrillex.

He's got a HUGE deck.

It IS pretty massive.

I had to power wash it. Twice.

___

Here. This shit is a girl blunt. I only smoke Gurl Bluntz.

__

I thought you were gonna have that thing removed…

Actually, I kinda like it; it's actually--

Oh.

Yeah. Once you get used to it, it's kind of nice.

When was the last time you went on Pornhub?

I mean, I rarely--

[2 HOURS EARLIER.]

Hysterical Laughter in at least 3 Dimensions.

(Actually it was 6)

Actually it's 9.

Really it's Twelve, though.

FUCK IT--ADMIT IT: WE ALL LAUGHED.

Oh, dude--I Skrillex'ed.

I Skrillex'ed.

I Skrillex'ed, I'm Sorry!

Alright--I admit it.

I admit It.

ADMIT IT!

I Admit it! I Skrilex'ed

Drop the e.

DROP THE BASS.

Oh, my God.

Ohhh, my GoD.

Oh, My Gaaaahhhhh

Okay. Did you see it--were you there??

Yeah, I mean, I seen it--

You were there.

I was therre, buttt

I mean. I was there.

You were not there.

I was...there.

Theree? I'm still there!

This motherfucker right here.

I guess.

I mean, I guess he's a Motherfucker

Doesn't look like much of a otherfucker to me.

*Motherfucker.

Look at this motherfucker.

Mother-fucker!

Mucutherfuckkin...Motherfuck.

STOP SAYINTHAT!

WHICH THING.

ANYTHING. JUST SHUT UP.

…

Where are we going?

I don't know we're just...going...to get there.

Okay…

__

DID YOU SEE WAAT THEY ADDED TO THE BASS PARADE?

“Bass Parade?”

Okay, that place is really cool.

Okay. Now Once theHelicopter landson top of the Helipad…

Okay.

Okay so . Check this out.

Okay.

She actually pretended to hate you--

“pretended ?”

And then gained a following from that--

I bet.

--and then vanished all of these haters into an unknown void off the interdimensional reality grid

HUh.

(“Skrillex is doing a Suprise Set!)

Man, Fuck Skrillex.

[out of nowhere]

Uh. Fuck you.

Ummm.

BEGONE.

I don't know man People just keep--appearing in my Dungenon man, it's WEIRD

--That is weird--

I mean--don't get me wrong; It's a strange blessing and everything, and believe me--my dragons are happy as fuck--

They're..wait, what of people are just appearing in your dungeon? Like--

I think they're mostly evil people.

Like no--

No, like women or children, or anything.

Oh, good.

No, no, nothing like that.

Wait.

I thought a dragon was --

(Explains land of dragons)

Oh

That's .

Wait, Did Justin Roiland ALSO go to the future?

Or was it_-- wait, who was that?

Whose socks are these?

Socks? What socks.

That never happened.

What didn't.

Exactly.

See. He knows.

Knows--what?

See.

Bruh.

Huh.

Loose Lips:

Sink ships, baby--goon; Tell me.

Tell Me.

Deadass. Just saw Charlie Sheen in that corner over there.

Word? What was he doing

Nothing. He was just being Charlie Sheen in a corner

(Actually, he was up to some super serious shit. )

Wait--like in a good way, or?

Yeah, actually he's; He's there on PR, it's like a whole thing.

Oh.

So there's a DJ battle on the world of floor.

Yeah. That happened.

That did happen. I was there.

You were.

I were.

oh , Believe me; I was semi-omnipotently present.

Is that true? Are you at odds with Skrillex?

No...I'd say we're pretty even.

She photocopied it.

“She photocopied it.”

Oh God.

Oh My God

OH GOD.

Should we...alert...Anybody, or just--

RUN.

RUN NGGA, RUN.

RUN, SONNY, RUN.

Oh shit--Skrillex is in this. Fahck.

FAQUE!

WHAT.

Huh.

When did you write this?

I...didn't write this.

Oh--that's crazy; you mean, I've been pretty much doing whatever the whole time; but I'm like--i'm sleeping?

Well, I mean, you're dead, so.

So wait--that happened after I died? Okay?

Okay.

Okay-- so what happened to him?

Unh.

Yuh.

That's deep.

OKay look; I'm gonna be landing later. If you see something in the Sky; please do not shoot it down? Okay? I'm renting this shit.

What are you doing?

I Shooting down a UFO.

A UFO? DUDE. I IDENTIFIED MYSELF.

UFO= U FUCKIN OWE ME.

Ohhh--goddamn--

okay.

Dang dude, they really wanna see this fight.

WHAT?

What fight

Okay, stay low to the ground

Lower.

{does}

I mean like really low.

Lower.

[does]

More.

[they are crouching]

Perfect, now

--THE BASS DROPS---

…

You wanted Skrillex, Right?

..Uh...yeah, but--

We brought Skrillex.

OKay, look--how do I never, ever explain this?

JUst DON'T.

JUST.

DON'T

What the fuck dude.

Well, now they're ALL on their way; Are you happy.

ARE YOU HAPPY?

ARE YOU HAPPY?

ARE YOU HAPPY?

----------------------------------------------------------------- R U OK? -------------------------------------------------

Uh.

Dude...how did you get in here…?

She came in through the bathroom window...

I don't know.

More importantly; how do you get out?

She's stuck

She's Stuck.

She's stuck in a Skrillex.

Oh, she is stuck-stuck.

I'll go get it.

DUDE--We launched her into another dimension!

(What is this?)

*Jumping up and down furiously*

Oh Good, her phone is dead.

Heh heh heh

She's completely isolated.

She came alone?

I mean--what else was I gonna do?

So. Overall: Who Would you say fucked up the hardest?

-Definitely Skrillex.

-Definitely Dillon Francis.

Mr. Mr Television

Is a sinister

Public servant and citizen

Mr. Miserable listens to

Millions of visions;

Sends them into ascension

With his exquisite musicianship.

Aww--so then what--they live happily ever after?

What The fuck. No. They fuckiing hate eachother.

Well, that was...arguably one of the coolest things I've ever seen.

You, sir, are very crunchy toast on a cold, dry morning.

Um. OKay.

Without butter.

(Sad face.)

What the fuck happened to you?!

What the fuck happened to him?

I heard. He got his ass whooped by Dillon Francis.

What. The Fuck.

YEAH.

When was that?

Apparently at The Event.

I was at that!

So was I; I was actually at that stage; I just didn't see it happen!

I would pay to watch that.

I paid to watch it.

What.

Yeah, actually; We had the watch party at my house it was....

It was random.

Yeah. It was.

Like, actually random. I've never seen anything like that in my life.

HELLO?

SKRILLEX DILLON FRANCIS!

Oh shit dude, run.

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Oh, that's what I need.

Phone,

Wallet

No room for error

No passing judgement

That one went faster

I better run for cover

Well-warrior, not a fighter—

I'll fight to the death for ever after

She said

“I've never been happier”

A paraphrase, actually

What a celebrity

All I asked was for protection

The fame and wealth can wait, j guess

A well warrior, never a fighter

Well,

As long as I'm healthy

Been thinking of traveling

That might be worth it

I've never been so frightened, I think

But always been selfish

Hold on,

I gotta run to another dimension

I left my stomach on ice

I've been eating my eyes out

My son is in prison

Ex husband, a fighter

The wifebeating's genetic

I'm just multidimensional

Now the demon's behind me

Over my right shoulder

I took my own crucifix

Like I lifted the boulder

I told you

I could bury my credits

With the devil

“You have no power here! “

If madonna's the good witch

Then what of Beyoncé

I took my sacrifice down to the alter.

What did you want

The coughs to stop haunting you

What did you ask?

I just asked for protection

But I've been surrounded by demons

Wife waters and cheating husbands

Not a shaman,

Just another lost one

I put some miles on these runners—

I clocked in 20 of em since the sabbath

Give or take

Or give

Or take

Or

I'm not doing my job

If Shazam isn't on

I'm not doing my job

If I never show up

Just to run

And the show must go on

But if I want to try Juliard

I have to work harder

I have to hope for alone

I had to apologize to my body

I got depressed when my son went back to his father

Back to alaska

Where it all started

—I still think about Jimmy Fallon when I'm holding a fart in.

What do you cal that?

A comic relief.

(Or a con man)

Sorry, I got off track

When I got what I wanted

I bought it all back at the pawn shop

Just from a deposit

On a long haul

I'm the wrong one to fuck with

By a long shot

Fuck it,

When I walk off,

The show starts

And after,

An encore

(Of four of em)

My DJ brain's back on

I gotta get to work

I gotta get a job

I gotta learn to twerk

I should smoke more

I gotta show em what I've got

Never—ever tell God you're bored.

GOD

What's that?!

NOTHIN

SUNNI BLU

Somebody tell these hoodlums crocs ain't shoes!

I see you stomping through the ghetto

With some slippers on

In a rain storm

What the fuck is going on

Trash on the floor

Your asses are done

FORE!

(Meanwhile, at some golf course

The landlords are making sure

If there are more of us,

We're all dumb)

I'm only suicidal

When the lights are on

I'm only suicidal

When the night is gone

It's back to morning

Busses full of strangers

On their cellulars

I pray to God

To stop the coughs

She must be deaf or something

GOD

What.

Or it's just Illuminati

Gotta run to even be a thought

I've been forgotten in the dust

I never ever had a brother

Like the one I've got

(The sun I'm under)

I'll never ever cry under the moon,

I promise

I'll never wonder if he's coming soon

The answer was never

But I used to wonder

I used to have friends

They used me

I got used to being humiliated

I got used to being inhuman

Negative—negative.

I guess it's back to deadmau5 24 hours a day

I'll never sleep again

But that was a vacation for the ages

I got on a plane, went to bed

And never got up

—we didn't get far from the ground

There's no room for error.

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George Washington

John Adams

Thomas Jefferson

James Monroe

Nope, can't for the life of me remember the 5th

Oh shit, I was wrong

Turns out, my memory only can hold three.

That's a good number

I really wish you'd stop just–showing up like this.

I never leave.

Then go away.

I live here.

I know you'd like to think that, but–

Okay, I'm going to tell you something but I need you to remain calm.

What time is it?

I don't care

Are we gonna make a movie?

Depends; is it gonna make me money.

FINE.

I don't need anymore information about anything else: only these three.

Are you serious?

I wish I wasn't.

I need you to do this.

Look, Timmy–I'm not really into grantng wishes anymore. It always blows back on me.

A blowjob.

Uh huh.

That's why you're bothering me.

I–would rather you just pick up the call.

Take a message.

I like ‘em like this.

I like ‘em like that.

I like ‘em like this.

–and I like ‘em like that.

And I like ‘em like this.

–and I like ‘em like that.

Mmm like that.

Like that.

I like ‘em like this.

I like ‘em like that.

I like ‘em like this.

–and I like ‘em like that.

And I like ‘em like this.

–and I like ‘em like that.

Mmm like this

Like that.

Like —

_____

The urge to eat had suddenly left me

I wanted a burrito,

(But I want to eat red meat)

I've gotta stop thinking in sequences and parentheses

Complex lines, and writing in past tense so presently.

I probably should eat

(But probably shouldn't…)

I'm starting to bleed;

As if i'd been fasting

Perhaps, though I had been

But had so indulgently feasted

On calories enough to last me

Till after today

(or even till next week)

PAY ATTENTION.

Woah, to WHAT.

Holy shit, I knew this dude was a psychopath but.

This is real.

ARE YOU SEEING THIS.

I “see” it.

I should stop meditating in public.

You see this? I know everything about you.

Why?

I bought it on the internet.

What is it.

Metadata.

That's…flattering.

Yeah.

Wake up.

Why, where are we going?

Atlanta.

What's in Atlanta?

You see this?

Yes.

Do you know what it is?

Uh, it's a–

What is it?

It's a doll.

It's not a doll.

Oh, it's not.

Gimmie a dollar.

-_-

It's a poppit.

“Dr pimple popper”

Ew that's fucking gross.

I hate this.

Let me see.

Does s/he have backne?

Yes/No.

Great, i'll take it.

Fuckit.

Okay, I got to “whatever”.

You went too far.

What? I thought I was supposed to go past “fuckit”

Yeah, you go past fuckit,

I did that!

But if you get to “whatever”, you've gone too far.

You've gotta go back.

Back to WHAT. There was almost no space between “fuckit” and “whatever”

Oh trust me. There is.

So?

This is how he's been controlling you.

And?

And!?

Has it ever occurred to you that I want to be controlled?

What!

That it just takes the right person to get that kind of permission–

permission to what

Permission to ride.

…

Maybe I gave him the reigns.

What horse “gives” its rider the reigns.

Who said anything about a horse?!

Another Horse Mix.

Nice.

fuck .

FYCK.

I told you.

You know what…
Maybe that's my poppit.

What.

Maybe.

I'm so confused.

Oh, good–the reversal spell worked.

You did a reversal spell on me?

Only after I found out what spell you put on ME–FIRST.

Yeah, except I wasn't the first one to use that spell on you.

EXACTLY. COPY-CAT.

Moo.

Aww.

I'm a cat.

…

*face*

I mean “meow”

That's right. Cat.

…moo.

*face*

THE WORLDENDERZ are a secret band of superheroes—their secret identities include the various roles on the overnight shift at a popular chain of super-gyms, Las Vegas Athletic Club—

“The Night Shift “

A miniseries

The Night Shift is a mockumentary style miniseries which follows the secret identities of a band of superheroes in their day-to-day working the graveyard shift at LVAC; before forming The a world Enders, they comedicly attempt to mask using their multi dimensional and extraterrestrial superpowers, each unknowing that they are all respectively some of the most powerful beings in the universe, however, after SUPACREE is spotted by a mole from one of the various agencies tracking her, a plan is hatched to turn the unwittingly suspicious and mysterious strangers into an intergalactic multidimensional task force, forming the WORLDENDERS.

It's WORLDENDERZ.

Yeah, that's what I said.

With a Z.

No, that's stupid.

YEAH IT IS.

DO IT.

Alright—

WORLDENDERZ

The World Enders are an elite task force of super-powered extraterrestrial hybrids developed to aid in post-apocalyptic recovery and planetary regeneration after imminent doom in other worlds as well as parallel realms and realities.

They all share a multitude of each other's powers, some carrying variations of respective powers and abilities, which include telepathy, invisibility, teleportation, invisibility, and super speed/strength, but also each have a set of specific special abilities unique to their individual selves. All gifted shapeshifters, they use these skills to cloak their true hidden talents and ulterior motives—though no players intention ever goes against the grain of the greater good.

MELLO

Gift of gab. A demon slayer and chaos magician, who uses her bubbly personality and friendly demeanor to mask her dangerous and destructive rage—which actually summons previously-slayed demons, to use against the enemy in attack. Special Ability/Secret Power: The Power of Jesus Christ.

THE ORANGE JULIUS

Turns junk food into nuclear energy; sometimes glows (bright neon orange) in the dark—he also makes incredible smoothies, which, if consumed, transmits some of his nuclear power to its consumer.

UNC

A demon slayer, who uses his shape shifting ability to appear in his 20s, but is actually 75.

QUASIMODO

Brings inanimate objects made from planetary or organic materials into living form, usually used for repopulating planets where a mass extinction has occurred.

DOCTOR OSBORNE

Doctor Osborne is paying off his medical school debt by secretly working a night job across town at a nearby gymnasium—he spends his other 16 hours as a brain surgeon, using his superpowers to save lives by performing miracles during operations in which the survival rate are slim to none; this accounts for his beyond tired and lackluster behavior during his time at the gym—however his certain onset narcolepsy is often a conviniéndote key to success in many of the world Enders missions.

ORION

“A real nigga”

A world builder and extremely gifted seer with immense telepathic and telekinetic capabilities.

Copyright [The Festival Project] 2022

C.C.S. Monroe

AKLA, Inc.

Everyone Is At The Event, Where Everything Happened.

She broke everything in my house.

Everything?

Ev-er-y-thing.

Hah, I broke all of his stuff.

All of it?

Everything, dude.

Hehe.

All of it.

No, Like--Literally, Everyone, Ever.

What did you do to this girl?

_

EXCEPT…

I don't get it. She hates Dillon Francis.

She does— hate Dillon Francis.

So why would she go to this?

[They enter simultaneously.]

YOU!

YOU!

[They charge.]

EH.

[She--

—-

I don't get it, how do I write about magic?

I don't know, just say what it looks like---

Cut To:

Staring at Skrillex.

[It's...an anomaly.]

Yeah, she's just been staring at it, I think for…

Doesn't matter how long, dude--she's gonna get stuck in it.

OF course she's gonna get stuck in it, she doesn't know who built it.

...who did this…?

“The World Builders”

[Staring at Skrillex.]

[It's...an anomaly.]

Yeah, she's just been staring at it, I think for…

Doesn't matter how long, dude--she's gonna get stuck in it.

OF course she's gonna get stuck in it, she doesn't know who built it.

...who did this…?

“Think about it; What would you do that would leave a profound effect on Skrillex.

I've...been...trying to figure that out, maybe.

Pi.

Look, it's S U P A C R E E.

Oh shit, these are DIRECTIONS.

To WHERE, tho?

Dude, I have something to tell you.

What.

It's bad.

Why, what happened?

It's... look, no one else can know about it, okay?

Okay...

Oh shit, she's a Trance artist now?

Trance? I don't know how to make trance.

This one time, I held my breath meditating to it, and I just--

Just what?

—-

That's it. It just ended.

What?

Yeaaauhh dude. I don't fuck with Skrillex. For a lot of reasons.

…

I think I might be a writer.

Oh no.

She's a writer.

Oh, no.

Oh, NO. I am not touching that with a $10,000 dollar paycheck!

$!0,000--what the fuck am I gonna go with $10,000?

($10,000 is the rich people equivalent of $10)

Yo. Poor people will do just about anything for $10.

What? No, they won't.

Yes they will--hey--watch this. Hey!

[guy looks] I'll give you $10 to hop across the street on 1 foot.

D1- He just does it

See.

D2- Does it, gets hit by a bus.

See. That guy died. For $10.

D3- Does it, gets hit by a bus; but is S U P A C R E E and resurrects instantly, then comes back for vengeance, capturing 2 more.

What, she has their souls?

Hearts and Souls.

Goddamn.

(Literally)

Well, I told you Jesus quit, right--?

Yeah, he's...he left.

So you swim into port that has a boat.

A boat--

Then you get on the boat.

Get on the boat.

That boat is going to take you to another boat.

Okay, another boat.

I TOLD YOU THERE WAS ANOTHER BOAT.

YOU DIDN'T”T TELL ME THE FIRST ONE HAD TO SINK, TO BOARD IT.

Oh, yeah, well--duh.

So then--on the second boat--

Well, it's more like a really big Ferry

(It's a monstrous cruise ship)

Yeah, that shit made groove cruise look like...what the poor people equivalent of groove cruise?

There is no “poor people equivalent”

Well then--how do poor people rave on boats?

They don't.

That doesn't seem fair.

Yeah--where's the equality?

There's no such thing as equality in poverty!

Actually--

HAH. THEY CALL IT “GOD'S COUNTRY”

I'm not taking responsibility for this. I didn't do this.

“IN GOD WE TRUST”

NO, that just means; the trust is empty.

It's empty.

This...this used to be a reservoir.

It still is...a reservoir.

Of water.

Oh.

It's a “Christian Nation?” Christian? What's a Christian?

It's--

NO.

Jesus, listen.

NO. YOU LISTEN: FUCK. THAT.

FUCKTHAT.

Oh, he was mad.

He was pretty mad.

He still is, mad.

He is, pretty mad.

Dad, what happened?

It doesn't matter, it just had to happen.

Why did it ‘have' to happen?

If you have even to ask; I don't have an answer.

Ogh, dude.

I know.

It's almost time to go back to work.

I know.

Oh, my God.

I know.

How long have we been in this Void--it's so random.

[The whole #SQUAD is on Watch.]

Hm. What is this?

[A look]

Can I have some?

[Another look.]

I like it. I want it.

[The Look.]

I'mma try it out.

OK.

__

Ask Him! He knows!

How to get to Skrillex? (still censored)

Yes--you know. He knows. You know, right?

I don't know.

What?

I--?

IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.

(It didn't happen.)

Fuck.

NO dude, I found it--I just don't remember how…

Do you remember when?

Ah, I remember my first Skrillex.

I don't.

Oh My God dude. Flip Flops?

Yes, my feet are killing me.

Skrillex is in 10 minutes.

Actually, 9. The Hotel is 7 minutes away.; The car is parked in Valet; If we leave now, we can make it back by the time it starts, I swear.

You SWEAR?

__

Ooh...Beyonce...I like her.

We all like her.

Give her something nice.

Nice.

Very nice.

Very nice. What do you want her to dress as?

Oh her? ...she can come as herself.

[the next part]

Yo FUCK the Met Gala; I'm going to THIS shit.

What? You were invited? I want to be invited! How did you get an invite?

((Oh, you can't write that))

Damn right I won't.

Lol, she had her dress as Beyonce.

That's cold.

She stole Umbrella!

She stole it first! It wasn't even written for her--!

It wasn't written for anybo--

Actually, it was written for ME.

Oh yeah, huh.

Why does this song have 32 writers on it?

What the fuuuuckkk...

What.

We have Skrillex.

Skrillex. How did you get a Skrillex?

Just--Skrillex.

“Just Skrillex”?

The Original.

Oh, shit. The Original Skrillex.

Like, the first one?

First one ever.

Where the fuck is my Skrillex?

I didn't take it.

STFU “didn't take it”--Where the fuck is my Skrillex?

Oh what--Skrillex? We have Skrillex!

You do?

Of course we do! It's paradise.

Oh, wow.

Oh, wow.

If that man sits at a piano, I will pass out...

Oh wow, he plays piano...hmm.

I will faint.

How did he DO this?

This Volcano emits *this* frequency.

Ah, try this--

Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites. Oh. I know this one.

Do you?

Yeah!

Bruh. I'm about to take a lot of drugs right now; I'm just calling to tell you that I love you.

What happened?

Nothing happened. I'm just like this now.

What's that?

Nothing!

What is it?

Nothing!

It's Skrillex, isn't it.

I don't get how he DID this.

Someone give this man an honorary doctorate.

Think about it like this; if all this is happening to you, and you have--

--No Grammys--

--and he's got--

--Eight Grammys.

Eighth Grammys, really? Damn, what the fuck.

I know, right?

Right. So. If he has eight Grammys--and you have none--

--zero Grammys--

--and you're experiencing this right now--

Damn, what the fuck happened to him?

She shat in my Grammys.

What! All Eight of Them?

YES.

I didn't shit in his Grammys.

You didn't?

NO!

Well, that's good, because--

I hired other people to shit in his Grammys.

What?

Best $80 I ever spent.

Why are we terrorizing Skrillex?

He started it.

He did start it.

See, this is why I like him--he doesn't ask questions.

What? You hired 8 different people to shit in his Grammys.

Yeah!

Dude, that is disgusting!

Dude.

You hired three different photographers to take professional photoshoots of my dick.

Look; These were all done on location; we went to Catalina...it was kind of cold though--

WHAT THE FUCK.

Dude, this is like 9 lawsuits.

Well, actually, one of them is a Class Action, so that's actually like a dozen actual complaints rolled into one; I don't know why they do that.

{SupaCree has arranged literally “many seats” for both Skrillex, and Dillon Francis.]

{Sweet Brown's Monologue:

Well, Sweetie, I'll tell you what; That's a tough way to go. I'll give you one more go at it; and

She Stole All of our Music!

All of it?

NO! Just the HITS!

(awws)

‘ATROCIOUS C' ? What the fuck is THIS?

Hmmm Atrocious C and the--

Wait--what was it called again?

Oh shit. Black Jack Black.

That was it.

Right?

Yeah, that was the original joke, I think.

You think?

Yeah, I think--But then I remembered Atrocious C

Wait, Atrocious C was a real thing?

YEAH dude, it was my cover band in college.

COVER BAND IN COLLEGE?

YEP.

Black Jack Black Jack Black.

Oh no.

Yep, he was there.

Remember that $10,000 I gave you yesterday, and you said you didn't want it?

Yeah…

I need it back.

No.

What? You said you didn't want it!

Yeah, then you made me take it anyway, so I spent it!

Well, what'd you spend it on?!

Dude, where are we going?

If I knew, then it wouldn't be an adventure!

Please, no Skrillex.

PUMP THE SHIT.

Dude, is that Skrillex?

Go the other way.

What? Why?

TURN AROUND .

Seriously, what was that?

TURN AROUND.

“Turn arouuund”

She wrote the whole...movie.

What the fuck is a “movie”?

I should record this.