We know you opened it.

I didn't.

We know it was you.

No.

Stop lying.

I didn't opened it.

We already know.

I couldn't have opened it. I'm not black!

*.* -_- >< (squinting extra hard)

—you don't have to be black to open the portal.

Oh.

“Oh?”

Well then.

(Extra super squinty squints)

Why are you all black.

Uh.

What.

Srsyly?

Because— it's a.

Is it a club?

It's more of a—

Like a cult—

Well…

That's ok. No judgement.

It's not really a—

Is this all of you?

Yeah, but—

That seems kind of exclusive.

Huh.

That seems racist.

What.

I'm just saying it. I'm— saying it. It seems.

Look, we're a sect [of]

That seems culty.

No, it's, I mean—

So I was right.

Huh!

What!

Seriously!

I'm just saying.

Look—

—it seems racist.

It's not—

I'm saying it.

Why did you open the portal.

What PORTAL.

UGH.

You know what. Fuck this.

Watch your mouth! Were on television.

Not at the moment— speaking of which.

11:30, ok?

That seems late.

11:30 sharp, you got that?!

What is this ritual.

Saturday! 11:30, sharp!

It might have been something like around that time when I just so happened to—

—oh look, a portal.

{Enter The Multiverse}

We had a fight

He called me a bitch

I picked the knife up;

He already hit me

It wasn't gon happen again

I lost my mind

I picked up the knife

I pointed it at him

He lost a life

But it could have been

Life in prison

If I was with him

So I skip Christmas

(Valentine's too

Now I go missing, saying

“Fuck Skrillex”

Learned my lessons way past school

It's cool though

Never really play the the rules

Don't wear jewles

No only fans no mistress

I just respect, but you neglect

To inspect my rights and m views

So

I pulled out the pen,

I made a name up

Did it again

No I don't need eraser

These ain't mistakes

Pen and paper

My weapons

Hoe

Everyone take a pencil, pass it back.

The cup of brand new number two pencils goes around the room, but by the time it gets to young SETH MEYERS, all of the pencils have run out. In the back corner of the classroom, he is the only one without a pencil.

What about me?

You can use this.

[THE TEACHER hands him a ballpoint pen.]

A pen?!

Mmhmm.

You want me to use a pen?

It appears so.

But— what if I make a mistake ?!

…don't.

His classmates sneer as young SETH flushes with anger and frustration.

{Enter The Multiverse: Legends}

“Revisions”

Saturdays are for the takings;

Light my candles, pray to 8H

I don't know just what I'm praying —

But these bills are needing paying;

Saturdays are for the taking.

Aha. Another medicine man.

Are you practicing.

Depends.

What's your ailment?

As if I needed to know

For this, I needed to trust

For faith, I needed a prayer,

For life, I needed some lust

For love, I needed some hope,

For fate, I needed a rug

For fear, I needed a rope

For home, I needed a hug

And someone to hold

And there was a golden orb

The hold a a hand

The settle of dust

And the calm in my heart

For just

A moment.

Kingship.

Your highness.

For the king hath not a name at all worth knowing;

Not a name to know at all.

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RYAN REYNOLDS lay face down on the deck of a ship—a sailboat, actually which appears to be capsizing under the weight of a giant wave in a heavy storm.

…this ship is going to sink.

RYAN REYNOLDS struggles towards the wheel.

As RYAN REYNOLDS reaches the helm, appearing to take control of the ship, there is a slight glimmer of hope as if to say he might make it, before—

A gigantic wave swallows the boat entirely.

No.

Most definitely everyone on this boat is dead.

But it was a very bright and glimmering moment of triumphant hope in the seconds leading up to this horrendous disaster beforehand.

I was just fasting

I don't deserve this

I went on a run,

And then started dessert first

I don't deserve this,

I'm giving you art, sir

I don't deserve this

Just think of your daughter

Is this what you want for her?

I don't deserve this

Come peace,

Sit down now,

Came the Harold sang this song ,

‘For me,' he pardoned

‘My dear keeper ,

I pray you a seed,

I pray you the truth

I pray for the washing of dirt and this fortress

I pray thee to take me here, if I may

Upon your finger

Turn to sparrow and lark

As you slumber.'

This old man taketh me by the knee and saying three things, I did not hear but only felt as I wept,

This praying and shallow the knot, and tomb for womb had met my slumber with fury,

This disease earth is I, and after all

These man and number now does wander not but wonder, oh siryn, bring pity on thee vein

Bring shadow on thy truth, for light does shine to naught

The one of earth kind, but light does ponder

Watcheth I and pray the, my dear heart

On bender knee praying I worry

And Pyle to angst there are

Many knights as shadows

Many arks have archer's

Many cries have then wounded us here,

And does bark the eye

And does speak the canine, hare!

And does run the seed, to the ark, up the cannon

Now, now, and by, by

Wake lying in the valley and by three by three

Though tired bones

Wake I in the night, a shadow

To gasp again these eyes my light

And tomb there are,

As witness to sun, and moon, and others

As have gathered gravour and pulling in to this mine,

And also yourn

To this I,

And also other

The world that was,

Capsized and repent,

Also,

amen

Great warrior!

Be you kind enough to spare thy truth and thy honor

For there baring fruit lies as dreams do wander why in purple foggy and glowing mist, a tale of tale—

And a king of kings!

There there! And by the time there vowed to none, I shall awaken the with the spirit and to wit my hind and thought my bind will there truth lay upon the casket King thy slain.

And, there! Slithered in, are none but I to gift the ought of knowing none and seeing all, the seekig shattered eye and may, the spring did fall as August's rush upon us.

And now! There was with this, our kind, the seething truth, the planted seed and are I none but not to grant thee wishes and see thy king as waking lies as not but gone, but arted ‘mong us now.

Bear the eyes of shining sees and mysticals,

Spirits, mythicals.

The musicals.

Brethren!

Ayre!

The King has been slayed.

Here!

I'm going to sleep through the day;

He hit me pretty hard

I'm going to sleep through the night

He hit me pretty hard

I'm going to sleep through the day;

He hit me pretty hard

I'm going to wake up, light some candles

I don't want to be reminded—

Saturday is for the taking.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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DIPLO/THOMAS

YOU THINK THIS IS A FUCKING GAME?!

SUPA

THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT IT IS.

DIPLO/THOMAS

MAYBE TO YOU!

SUPA

I AM YOU!!

DIPLO Reveals The Seer's Stone.

Oh, SHIT, Dude.

Where'd you get that?!

L E G E N D S

What's this story.

No, don't go in there.

Oh, look, a story—

I told you this was going to be a long night.

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