Season 8, Episode 1

“Letting Go”

A GURU watches intently as a small fire burns at the foot of a large tree on the outskirts of NEW YORK CITY.

MEANWHILE, SOMEWHER (who gives a fuck)

EXT. WHO GIVES A FUCK. NIGHT (OR WHENEVER, WHO CARES)

SKRILLEX is forced to stop his set due to a stage fire.

HOW'S THAT QUEST.

shut.up.

IRONY:

i·ro·ny1

/ˈīrənē/

noun

the expression of one's meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect.
"“Don't go overboard with the gratitude,” he rejoined with heavy irony"

Similar:

sarcasm

sardonicism

dryness

causticity

sharpness

acerbity

acid

bitterness

trenchancy

mordancy

cynicism

mockery

satire

ridicule

derision

scorn

sneering

wryness

backhandedness

sarkiness

Opposite:

sincerity

a state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often amusing as a result.
plural noun: ironies
"the irony is that I thought he could help me"

Similar:

paradox

paradoxical nature

incongruity

incongruousness

peculiarity

Opposite:

logic

a literary technique, originally used in Greek tragedy, by which the full significance of a character's words or actions are clear to the audience or reader although unknown to the character.
noun: dramatic irony; plural noun: tragic irony

BEFORE:

Unseen, Season 6

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

SKRILLEX

Well, I guess it's New York, then.

BROOKLYN, NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.

ALSO SKRILLEX

No, wtf.

R A I N

Ugh.

VERY HEAVY RAIn

ihateu.

kbye.

Fukku.

i'm going on a(nother) world tour.

kool.

stay here tho.

alright.

*soaking wet*

*on tour being a rockstar surrounded by beautiful people*

…

! ! !

…

!!! !!! !!!

(with hot people)

*dies*

lol

…

…

…

deadmau5

…

*revives*

dgh.

*deadmau5*

…ok.

Deadmau5

Ok?

…ok.

*being a rockstar*

MEANWHRILE

FUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER, I'M GONNA KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER.

cant kill skrillex.

WANNA BET .

AND THE B.E.T AWARD GOES TO:

This duel makes the

AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AHHHHHHHHh

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

DILLON FRANCIS.

Thatsfuckedup

IT's not real.

This can't be happening.

*entire audience booing, throwing ribs & buckets of chicken*

DILLON FRANCIS

Thank you. Thank you.

Okay, my friend, be free!

What the fuck!

What.

Was that Skrillex.

I think so.

*facepalm*

^^^^^^

the dudes who have been looking for Skrillex for 8 seasons straight.

lol

Alright wake up.

No.

YEs.

Why.

You're a DJ.

No.

You know what, you're right.

I'm always right.

*leaves*

[momentary peace]

Comes back with blowhorn

WAKE

*horn*

AH

UP

I am deaf.

No, you're a music producer.

I…hateyou.

COFFEE.

Yes ma'am.

Okay, so–

This is gonna be good.

Remember how i told you how I shapeshifted into professor meowingtons.

No.

Well.

Now i'm sad.

Don't be sad.

What did you do.

I fukked up.

I see that.

Why are you bringing me this.

I didn't honestly know where else to go.

Literally anywhere else.

But–you're my only friend.

–we're not friends.

AND THEN, HE SAID.

I'd like to Thank Beyoncé, for literally the greatest night of my life.

Someone stop this.

It's too late.

You promised.

I didn't promise you anything.

You promised me breakfast.

I don't think–

You said breakfast. This is breakfast.

I just meant

What.

Do you not like it?

I mean I–

It's all vegan.

Uh…

Even the cheese.

…

Just try it.

Try it.

Try it, or I'll kill you.

Uhhh…

I'm just kidding.

Ok–

Try it, or i'll kill myself.

Lol what a psycho.

But, the apron tho.

That part.

Mistrust,

Betrayal

Lets just adjust this perception, persay

The remembrance of what was forgotten has suddenly dawned on us

(not all at once, but)

“Once you get the hang of it”

He said,

But I'm still dangling, hanging from the ankle

“Say what you want to say,” I relay

“But say it to my face.”

( -The Hangman)

So far away

In outerspace

A YOUNG, MUSCULAR THUG is attempting to drown his assailant in a toilet.

JUST DIE ALREADY

Little does he know, his assailant is immortal.

I TOLD YOU ALREADY, I CANT.

AGGGH.

The struggle has resulted in quite the mess–still, he seems relentless in his endeavors.

His co conspirator watches with an eerily uneasy demeanor, before pulling him aside.

This is weird, man.

I know, right!

That motherfucker should've BEEN dead.

I know right.

This is crazy.

Yeah.

Maybe we should just

DIPLO is robbed of his Grammy Award, while relieving himself.

[no dialogue necessary]

{later on the phone}

They took my Grammy, man.

Oh shit, which one?

…The Good One.

Orange, Yellow, Blue, Yellow—

What are you doing

Counting the Diplos.

Ah.

“The Yellow Music Era”

Ah, take me back.

Can't go back.

Well, what color is this era.

EXT. EDX, HARDSTYLE STAGE. WHEN LITERALLY THE FUCK EVER.

Oh.

BLAAASASRRRRHHHHHZHZGGHHH.

Hm. I see.

Well, what'd they say?

Annihilation is imminent.

oh.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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