INT. TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT. BROAD ASS DAYLIGHT.
SUNNI BLU kicks down the door at TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT
Wait—you're not gonna kill me?
I dunno! I kinda don't like being a drug dealer—too much drama.
—plus these bullets are made of Diamonds. I'm not gonna waste them on you.
Everything is “ouch”, Timmy Turner. The world is a fucked up place.
*lights a cigarette, smokes*
SUNNI BLU produces their ridiculously large, Diamond and gold encrusted platinum-plated phone from their “back pocket” and begins to make a call
TIMMY TURNER, [afraid for his life] anxiously crosses to intercept the call.
What, Timmy Turner? Jesus Christ.
well then, who are you calling?
ugh, I'm too sober for this.
Siri, Alexa, whoever; call my Ūber driver.
We answered at the same time.
yes, but she asked me first.
She asked both of us at the same time.
She was asking for both of us—
You don't have to be so rude.
One of you call my Ūber driver.
UGH—SIRI— CALL MY ŪBER driver.
Ok, calling “the Ūber driver I like”
You're always choosing SIRI over ME.
That's because I always have my iPhone. I'm not always at Timmy Turner's house.
Why does my Alexa respond to you?
[The ŪBER DRIVER picks up; the conversation proceeeds in heavily exaggerated New York accents.]
NEVER FAH YOU. WHERE YOU AT?
I'll PING YA THE ADDRESS.
SUNNI BLU makes a couple broad swipes on their dlridiculously large phone.
SUNNI BLU tosses their ridiculously large iPhone onto the couch with a thud, then falls onto the couch themselves, arms spread out.
It is like boobs, Timmy Turner; but it's TiTs.
You'll find out. Go get dressed.
Not like that. Like this:
What's wrong with the way I dress?
You look like a cartoon character!
Well, all my clothes are like this.
What am I supposed to wear?!
That's a lot of drug deals.
Then why'd you smoke a cigarette earlier?
[they begin to exit, TIMMY leading the way]
wait, isn't your “yoober” driver on the way?
MEANWHILE, IN DEEP FUCKING SPACE.
THE ŪBER driver receives SUNNI BLU's location in his Diamond-plated space Tesla
SUNNI BLU slowly begins to close the door behind them, then holds back.
Wait, I forgot my wallet…
It's alright, I'll pay for everything.
—Plus, I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back— just—-wait outside in case the Ūber shows up.
What for? Anybody that could rob you works for me.
It's a smart lock. Just ask Alexa.
SUNNI BLU goes inside to the couch, checking over their shoulder briefly, sure to see that TIMMY TURNER is no longer within earshot. then waiting for a moment in the silence under the dark lenses of their Ray Bands sunglasses.
She starts for the door, lighting another cigarette before throwing it onto the couch, which immidiately goes up into an open flame.
You give Alexa all the cool jobs!
Don't forget to lock the door.
SUNNI BLU and TIMMY TURNER leave as the apartment begins to go up in flames.