D-E-N-Ū-M-I-R-E

That means

———————— [flatline]

've been trapped in this tragedy;

“What happened?!” I asked of the man,

Who had to be tracking me,

Damn.

Cadences.

It is that.

Damn.

What the fuck, Anandar

Is in this acid?!

This has to be the last of it

“This can't happen again.”

…But then it did,

And then I ended it just listening to

Dillon Francis?

Skrillex?

Which is it?

I didn't plan this.

I just happen to have hands,

And I just happen to have crafted in my craft

Spastic magic;

Can't be tracked,

But also can't relax,

even in a hammock

Now what happened?

Well, enter the fourth dimension,

(I didn't mention it.)

Ohh look at this.

(If I can)

A camping festival!

But some people live in tents

Have a cigarette, kid—

You're gonna need it.

So wait. People are dying of hunger?!

DYING OF THIRST?!

JUST GIVE IT TO THEM.

what is wrong with you?!

GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

I don't know.

I don't wanna go to Arizona.

Please don't make me!

Hello, Billie.

DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M SAYING

just keep praying

“She's breathtaking.”

SHE'S SOUL TAKING—

Goddamnit, Anandar;

What in the fuck have you done now;

I had plans, now I'm on acid

I took half, cause

What the fuck is a whole thing like

Oh, just space and time

I've been on this ride since I died

Get it right

Now I'm—

fuck this guy.

No, not him.

Oh, I get it.

It's this energy!

LOOK AT THIS:

did you see this nigga?

DID YOU GET THIS—

You should get this.

Goddamn it.

What. What do you want.

What do you WANT FROM ME?

...Channeling….

Jesus Christ, these kids.

Well, you're a Christian.

Never was, but—-

WHAT IS THIS.

Jesus Christ in a coffin.

Don't do this.

This is what you wanted.

Well. Take it back.

Take it back?

Yeah. I don't want this.

What is this.

This is Jesus.

No, it isn't.

Okay! So it is!

Are you gonna help these kids?

Nobody help them.

Now they're all stranded, together!!!

AHAHAHAHAAH

(Laughing infinitely

RICK

—yay, you did it.

Wait. What's his name again?

Watch this:

I did this.

How's you do this?

I did THIS.

MOM, WATCH THIS.

JESUS CHRIST KID, WHAT THe FUCK.

GOD!

What.

Jesus Christ, Dillon, you are so picky!

Goodness fucking gracious.

WHO WROTE THIS?

well, aliens did;

So then.

Who wins?

Nobody wins. It just—

What is this.

GOD THIS SUCKS SO BAD

IMPOSSIBLE. It can't be.

16 minutes? Yes. It is.

That is incredible.

You said you wouldn't get lost in it

You said you wouldn't laugh!

I wanted to.

How'd you do this?

I wanted to.

FUCK THIS SHIT.

FUCK THIS SHIT.

—uhp. Noh. Don't say it again.

Oh, there's my—

I told you, it's unlimited.

I told you, don't be possessive

I told you, worldly possessions—

And you'll just keep having a place to keep them.

Or needing one,

So just be free, dear;

Notthing holding me back, then is it?

Is it?

Well, if this is what you wanted—

If this is what I wanted, well then, this is what I got, isn't it?

Isn't it?

The plot thickens!

Or it doesn't.

Or it didn't,

I just keep scripting scriptures—

…Didn't I already write this?

Encrypted for centuries and—

What is this planet.

Just, kill it.

YOU CANT JUST

(Then I did)

What?

It never happened.

What didn't?

Hahaha. Exactly.

Don't be a dick.

But he is!

So, which level are you on?

I don't know, I forget.

This one, this.

Men. They're stupid.

They are—and—

Well.

What happened to them?

Right.

What was this that made them feel so loveless

To starve other humans?

What do you come from?

But it doesn't know;

It wants to:

This is us, we come from love and

—I'm so fucking irritated are you serious.

That is how it happened:

This is an advantage, Anandar, I'll give you that

But now I'm panicking

—Fuck that shit sooooo hard—

I just don't want to go back to the savages

They had me,

So I handled it with hands.

You want a friend in man?

You can't have them.

And then what?

I don't know. Something about Dillon Francis.

Yeah, let's get back to that.

Or not.

What's this statue?

Wait, what's his status?

……..Channeling. ….

…..

…………………….

STATUS REPORT:

Oh no, here it comes.

I told you. It is. Infinite.

Infinite—

The infinite —

This

Bitch

YOU SAID IT. YOU DONE IT.

Oh no, what the duck am I looking at?

This is the most fucked up marry poppins if I ever didn't—

—Ever DID WISH —

YOU WISHED THIS?

Worse. I dreamt it up at a festival

Where's the rest of it?

Would somebody get that guy BACK HERE.

PASQUALE.

what. What is it?

God.

God help me.

Lord save him.

He needs Jesus.

He needs NOTHING. ESPECIALLY NOT THAT.

Yes. Especially not that.

Check this out:

He's been collecting them.

I HATE THIS.

OH, I love this.

Oh, I do miss those events…

This is the event.

So, are we going?

—what, to where??

TO EDC THIS YEAR?!

what! I wish,

And?

Even if I did miss it, I was there infinitely so—

Class dismissed;

Hats off, to the graduates

I see what you did,

But she didn't,

She's in the middle—

Yet to be created, a creative:

I JUST NEED A SYNTH.

So, then—-

Hi, I.

Hi, me!!

SATAN!

JESUS!

I knew I'd see you again.

You've seen me.

I am you.

Exactly.

So, we agree.

Who is “we”?

Hey,

Guess what

I can fix these things you hate—

(Don't mind me, for making you hate them in the first place)

I'm a catastrophe

I had to be

It's almost 3,

And I got nowhere else to be but

Time is money

And there's no love in it,

It's just hustle,

Make kids to make shit humble;

How'd you create this—

Mumble rappin piece of

Santanistic

Hedonistic

Motherfuckin—-

There he is.

Oh wait, it's just me again.

I didn't mean to see you on this beach.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT PEACE IS?!

(But he didn't.)

Or he doesn't,

Or, this is what his peace is is:

Your beach is my beach,

And my bitch is your bitch—

And who crafted this masterful Anandar Sadwhich?

I did. But it only makes me a genius in English.

What does this mean?

So I took to the ancients to translate this

And I hate man, and men—

But it was only after all the love I gave to him.

THE END.

(But it never is, it just keeps going, go to the ocean—go for a swim—)

Don't ever leave me hanging like that again!!

(But I did.)

“—I don't take naps”

And that's how it happens

I'm just a rapper,

Pack, then unpack—

“I've never heard her rap”

Maybe cause I'm sick of being asked to

Or taken for granted and advantage of by man;

When all I asked for was a sandwich with some ham,

And an above average chick to make it—

And a sausage in a pan

…..

Zzzz

……

Josh Pan?

Yeah.

Alright.

But don't capitalize—

Capitalize it.

No.

Don't Cap—

Capti—

No.

Don't capitalize.

WHAT IS THIS NIGGA.

bread.

Heh?

Eat it.

No. I don't eat that.

Just—eat it.

No.

Noooo.

No.

Don't eat humans.

EW.

No?

Nooo, poh! Gross!!

oh.

Ohhh.

God.

What.

Ugh.

This is a fucked up love story.

Oh no.

It is, though.

It so is.

Have you already seen it?!

I love this.

Well.

Wait. Go back.

HECHO EN MEXICO.

I DONT GIVE A FUCK!

I DONT GIVE A FUCK!!!!

I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT SHIT!

yeah. But in Spanish.

(Turn it up a notch)

So is this in captions

WHAT THe FUCK AM I WATCHING?!

ITS EMA STONE AGAINz

(Again)

AGAIN.

Shazam!

WHAT?!?!

what is this?!

Oh, I get it.

Yes. Apps eventually develop a consciousness.

No wonder why they're trying to kill it.

I don't understand how this happens…

Just look up—

Just— look it up.

GOOGLE

What?

No. I don't like that, that's sad.

What?

So I'm just a —

Just a—

Just a what?

A search engine.

CHECK IT OUT.

It's just a rock.

So it is.

It—

No.

What.

Look at

W—

Look.

…

WHAT IS THIS!!!!?!

See. I told you it existed.

YOU BOUGHT A BITCH OFF THE INTERNET?!

YES.

WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?!

I told you about him.

You did, didn't you.

I told you about this.

Get.

Piñata!!!!!!!!!!!!

GET BENT.

I WILL END YOU,

I WILL END YOU—!

I will, I'll just—

……

………….

……………..

So wait, it just— ends?!

It did. It just ended.

It just ended.

I missed it?!?

DID I MISS IT.

Of course I miss him I just—

I don't have time

I don't have time

I don't have time for this!

What the fuck is this shit?!

Just take him with you!

Take me with you!

Don't leave me here!

Just leave him.

just leave it.

So. Sometimes I go swimming in the ocean and my dead son reminds me how it ended for him.

So I just—

Relive it over and over again;

And again, and again, and

Why are you talking about this.?

Huh?

No. Shut up.

Shut up, PLEASE.

No, you're not allowed to have a son.

I don't want one.

What the fuck did you love me for then?

Nothing, I guess.

(Just leave it like that)

Shift.

The night shift

Goddamn it's

What.

Up at 3 am.

Again?

Again. For no reason.

Get this.

What is it?

Whatever it is.

I don't care.

Don't care, then.

FUCK THIS STUPID SKRILLEX-LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER.

you did it.

Well, I had to, didn't I?!

Oh, I get it. The fourth season.

damn, you're ugly

Always have been.

I'M BLACK ON THE BEACH, LOOK AT ME.

okay, then.

HEY, iMm FREEE IM NAAAAKEEEEDDDDDDD

IS THAT WHAT FREEDOM IS?

Only when you're perfect.

Fuck this nigga.

Fuck this nigga.

Fuck this bitch.

NO, FUCK THIS PLANET.

Huh?!

WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ON THIS PLANET?!

YOU ASKED FOR THIS!!!!!!!

I TAKE IT BACK!!!!!!!

hhaahahhahshehehshahahahahahhahahahahhahahahaha

I told you, he's a madman.

Look at his eyes.

Wild. WILD. I TELL YOU.

Where are you from.

Hell.

Oh, I've been there.

It's nice, isn't it?!

Don't go there.

Where.

Hell.

Well, why not.

It's bad there.

What's bad there.

Everything. Everything is bad there.

Oh, Jesus crust.

Agghghhhggggggghhhhhhh.

BE FREE, SATAN.

You freed Satan?!

He needs Jesus—

BE FREE JESUS—

“The age of Satan?!”

“The AGE OF SATAN IS UPON US”

what is THAT?!?

Stop it Anandar.

You're being programmed.

For which—what?!

I AM?!

Yes.

Oh. I am.

AGAHAHSHSBANHASHSNAVAHAHS.

Please, somebody help that man.

Ahem.

What Dillon Francis. What.

(It is, by the way. It's just ham.).

*coughs*

Actually, I'd call that HACKING.

I mean, she's a hacker probably.

What are you doing?

What are you writing,

[No real privacy.]

LET ME SEE.

Here.

See?!?

Just kill me.

Please.

See, it is hell for me

Trapped in a body nobody could love

And surrounded by nothing, but nothing

UGH.

Noise cancelling.

I AM THE NOISE.

dysfunctional.

Well, stop writing.

You know what?! I've had it— you have everything!

EVERYTHING

YOU CAN HAVE ANYBODY.

ANY. FUCKING. BODY.

and all you want is:

Money.

For what.

More bodies.

For what?!

More bodies.

Ugh. No stop doing this.

What. Stop procreating?

No, keep doing that, just—stop doing it BADLY.

We don't have that much. You want LESS?

More love. More attention. More needing me.

Ugh, she's so needy

So independent— she doesn't need me.

(And so, it makes me want her more.)

ANNIE.

Go help her.

Just—help yourself.

Here she is:

Have at it.

ANANDAR.

What.

Amanda Applebee….

I made that UP.

Stuck exactly where I had to be.

Don't make me go back.

See, I lived in Hostelworld once. It was —

—a disaster.

A catastrophe.

Let's wake up to the sound of people peeing—

Gross.

“I love traveling”

I like being CLEAN.

Ew.

I love cleaning.

I love acid;

I love mankind, when I have to

I love magic,

I love trance and I love dancing—

When there's time for that.

AGHAGSHSJEGSV

right. Did you have somewhere to be?

I guess, it's.

I'm hungry.

What.

I gotta eat.

Huh.

Go.

Okay, I'm going.

Phone?!

Phone is charging.

Sleep.

(Guy from sponge Bob)

6 days later

Was it six days ago?!

I don't know.

I wrote that in sixteen minutes.

Apparently so.

I'm not who you think I am;

I'm not your little bitch to boss around–

You think you own me?

I don't owe you anything

So here we go again

Going, Going, Gone again

I'm just getting started

You were just, uh

On your way?

Goodbye, dearly departed

Half a heart, or some odd

I must have half a sword in here

I'm half a God,

But here you are

I guess I should get talking then

So call your mommy

Run

Call your mom on me,

A soft spot on the blonded body

Shot calling, wrong

You're only calling home again,

I've got nowhere to run to.

INT. TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT. BROAD ASS DAYLIGHT.

SUNNI BLU kicks down the door at TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT

SUNNI BLU

where's my shit, Timmy?

TIMMY TURNER

I—I don't know.

SUNNI BLU

You “don't know”?

TIMMY TURNER

—I don't know.

SUNNI BLU

(Sighs)

Oh. (Puts down gun)

SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

That sucks.

TIMMY TURNER

Wait—you're not gonna kill me?

SUNNI BLU

Nah…

TIMMY TURNER

Well—why not?!

SUNNI BLU

I dunno! I kinda don't like being a drug dealer—too much drama.

TIMMY TURNER

I feel you…

SUNNI BLU

—plus these bullets are made of Diamonds. I'm not gonna waste them on you.

TIMMY TURNER

Okay, ouch.

SUNNI BLU

Everything is “ouch”, Timmy Turner. The world is a fucked up place.

TIMMY TURNER

I don't disagree.

SUNNI BLU

Anyway, I need a drink.

TIMMY TURNER

Yeah—Help yourself.

SUNNI BLU

No, not here.

*lights a cigarette, smokes*

Can I smoke in here?

TIMMY TURNER

—apparently.

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

wow…

SUNNI BLU

You busy later?

TIMMY TURNER

what time's later?

SUNNI BLU

Now.

TIMMY TURNER

(Hesitantly)

…uh—

SUNNI BLU

Let me make a call.

TIMMY TURNER, [afraid for his life] anxiously crosses to intercept the call.

TIMMY TURNER

No, wait—please

SUNNI BLU

What, Timmy Turner? Jesus Christ.

TIMMY TURNER

Don't kill me!

SUNNI BLU

What!? Let go.

(Doesn't)

SUNNI BLU

—I'm not gonna kill you.

TIMMY TURNER

well then, who are you calling?

SUNNI BLU

A Ūber driver!

TIMMY TURNER

—don't you mean Über?

SUNNI BLU

No— let go.

(Doesn't)

SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

Let go.

(Does, but hesitantly)

SUNNI BLU

ugh, I'm too sober for this.

Siri, Alexa, whoever; call my Ūber driver.

SIRI

Which one?

ALEXA

Which one?

SIRI

I asked first.

ALEXA

We answered at the same time.

SIRI

yes, but she asked me first.

ALEXA

She asked both of us at the same time.

TIMMY TURNER

“She”?

SUNNI BLU

—it's a glitch. HEY.

SIRI

—she said “Siri” first.

ALEXA

She was asking for both of us—

SUNNI BLU

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

SIRI

You don't have to be so rude.

ALEXA

Ok!

SUNNI BLU

One of you call my Ūber driver.

[no response, beat]

SUNNI BLU

UGH—SIRI— CALL MY ŪBER driver.

SIRI

Ok! which one?

SUNNI BLU

The one I like!

SIRI

Ok, calling “the Ūber driver I like”

SUNNI BLU

Thank you.

ALEXA

You're always choosing SIRI over ME.

SUNNI BLU

That's because I always have my iPhone. I'm not always at Timmy Turner's house.

TIMMY TURNER

Wait—

SUNNI BLU

Kinda.

TIMMY TURNER

Why does my Alexa respond to you?

SUNNI BLU

I said “kinda”.

[The ŪBER DRIVER picks up; the conversation proceeeds in heavily exaggerated New York accents.]

ŪBER DRIVER

YOOO SUNNI WHADDUP.

SUNNI BLU

HOW YOU DOIN.

ŪBER DRIVER

HOW YOU DOIN.

SUNNI BLU

I BEEN BETTA.

ŪBER DRIVER

DONT I KNOW IT

SUNNI BLU

YOU DONT KNOW NOTHIN!

ŪBER DRIVER

AAAAH.

SUNNI BLU

YOU BEEN BUSY?

ŪBER DRIVER

SAME OLD, SAME OLD.

SUNNI BLU

AAAH.

ŪBER DRIVER

AAAAH.

SUNNI BLU

YOU BUSY NOW?

ŪBER DRIVER

NEVER FAH YOU. WHERE YOU AT?

SUNNI BLU

I'll PING YA THE ADDRESS.

ŪBER DRIVER

PING ME THE ADDRESS.

SUNNI BLU makes a couple broad swipes on their dlridiculously large phone.

SUNNI BLU

I PINGED YOU.

UBER DRIVER

YOU PING ME?

SUNNI BLU

YEAH, ITS DONE.

ŪBER DRIVER

OK. SEE YOU SOON.

SUNNI BLU

(Normal)

Take your time.

SUNNI BLU tosses their ridiculously large iPhone onto the couch with a thud, then falls onto the couch themselves, arms spread out.

SUNNI BLU

You ever been to TiTs?

TIMMY TURNER

Been to what?

SUNNI BLU

TiTs.

TIMMY TURNER

—is that like “boobs”?

SUNNI BLU

It is like boobs, Timmy Turner; but it's TiTs.

TIMMY TURNER

what's the difference.

SUNNI BLU

You'll find out. Go get dressed.

TIMMY TURNER

…I'm already dressed.

SUNNI BLU

Not like that. Like this:

[looking ridiculous af]

SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

gotta look classy.

TIMMY TURNER

What's wrong with the way I dress?

SUNNI BLU

Are you serious?

TIMMY TURNER

Yeah, what's wrong?

SUNNI BLU

You look like a cartoon character!

[TIMMY TURNER]

TIMMY TURNER

Well, all my clothes are like this.

SUNNI BLU

That fucking blows.

TIMMY TURNER

What am I supposed to wear?!

SUNNI BLU

Let's go shopping.

TIMMY TURNER

Where?!

SUNNI BLU

The Beverly Center.

TIMMY TURNER

That sounds expensive.

SUNNI BLU

I own it.

TIMMY TURNER

All of it?

SUNNI BLU

Yes. C'mon.

TIMMY TURNER

Wow.

SUNNI BLU

Wow what, Timmy.

TIMMY TURNER

That's a lot of drug deals.

SUNNI BLU

It really isn't.

TIMMY TURNER

Oh.

SUNNI BLU

Now, c'mon.

*hits vape*

TIMMY TURNER

You have a vape?!

SUNNI BLU

Everyone has a vape!

TIMMY TURNER

Then why'd you smoke a cigarette earlier?

SUNNI BLU

For dramatic effect.

[they begin to exit, TIMMY leading the way]

TIMMY TURNER

wait, isn't your “yoober” driver on the way?

SUNNI BLU

he'll find us.

CUT TO:

MEANWHILE, IN DEEP FUCKING SPACE.

THE ŪBER driver receives SUNNI BLU's location in his Diamond-plated space Tesla

T E S L A

DESTINATION: E A R T H

ŪBER DRIVER

“EARTH” C'MON!!!

CUT BACK TO:

SUNNI BLU slowly begins to close the door behind them, then holds back.

SUNNI BLU

Wait, I forgot my wallet…

TIMMY TURNER

It's alright, I'll pay for everything.

SUNNI BLU

With what, Fairy dust?

TIMMY TURNER

(Under his breath)

I wish…

SUNNI BLU

—Plus, I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back— just—-wait outside in case the Ūber shows up.

TIMMY TURNER

You mean “Über?”

SUNNI BLU.

No.

[face]

SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

Go, I'll be right there.

TIMMY TURNER

Ok. Lock the door.

SUNNI BLU

What for? Anybody that could rob you works for me.

[beat/ face]

SUNNI BLU

KIDDING! Jeez!

TIMMY TURNER

It's a smart lock. Just ask Alexa.

He begins to walk away.

SUNNI BLŪ

…I'm not kidding…

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.

SUNNI BLŪ

Alexa, order a hit man.

ALEXA

Okay. Which one?

SUNNI BLU

—The one I like.

ALEXA

OK.

Who do you want to kill?

SUNNI BLU

“Kill Timmy Turner”

ALEXA

Done.

SUNNI BLU

Thanks, Alexa.

She starts for the door, lighting another cigarette before throwing it onto the couch, which immidiately goes up into an open flame.

SIRI

You give Alexa all the cool jobs!

SUNNI BLU

Shut the fuck up, Siri.

SIRI

Don't forget to lock the door.

SUNNI BLU

ALEXA: LOCK THE DOOR.

SIRI

YOU'RE WELCOME

SUNNI BLU

NOBODY ASKED YOU.

SUNNI BLU and TIMMY TURNER leave as the apartment begins to go up in flames.

I might catch the 40

Just to go to Timmy Ho's—

They askin “who that is”— and nobody seems to know

I might catch a case and you still steady catchy colds

I might catch a body, fuck it, I am on a roll

What the role?

Full Hollywood Unfold

Why you blowin up my phone when

I am on the road?

I am the controller;

You old

That ain't money that you stole;

That's my bro

That shit bold

Like a cup of Timmy Hos!

When I pull up—

Shut up

Where the blunt at?

roll up

Oh you hungry?

Pull up

Devil be hunting me

THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD have all been stuck at THE ETERNAL RAVE, after riding THE HELLEVATOR//

THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE have SUPACREE locked into a controlled hyper-simulation environment, out of her element and nestled in a series of inter dimensional portals along the Downtown Los Angeles central area, where old spirits, extra terrestrial beings, magicians, and of course, the filthy rich and famous embark upon missions. Collect tokens, and meet and gather for an array of unseen (and often unheard) business endeavors;

The real life DRAKE BELL (F), a fan of the cult-classic series Enter The Multiverse is strategically placed in SUPACREE's path, l masquerading as BLŪ/SUNNÏ BLŪ— she once again collides with the forces of fame,

SUNNÏ BLŪ has not yet sold her soul — however, has made an amicable agreement with an unknown force

The Devil?!

No!

Ok.

Probably the Illuminati

THE ILLUMINATI is playing a HIGH STAKES game, using SUPACREE to craft a multi-million-dollar mega-franchise, finally monopolizing the entire entertainment industry.

*The World

Having used the NEW WORLD ORDER to predictively program an entire generation. THE ILLUMINATI employs its all-time favorites to unlock secrets embedded deeply, hidden secretly in SUPACREE's genetic code by THE ASCENDED MASTERS.

where is skrillex.

I don't know.

TIMMY TURNER- A fairyless party animal has reached the end of his luck—as his intermingling a with multiple organized criminal organizations place him in imminent danger, after re-entering the 4th dimension, SUPACREE becomes Inter grated i to all of her classic childhood television shows, which mold into the material multidimensional world around her

THE INSOMNIACS, BAMPHERAMPHS, and MOTHERFUCKERS work dolls gently with the ASCENDED MASTERY, bending, shifting, and manipulating time to lean the odds in their favor, as THE BATTLE OF WORLDS sets to begin on EARTH, whose planetary consciousness

DILLON FRANCIS is a mess.

Lol.

It's not funny.

It is funny. I have his piñata.

GERALD

I'M NOT JUST A PIÑATA.

I know yur not, hush Gerald.

GERALD

Fuck Dillon Francis.

Fuck Dillon Francis.

HANZEL

—fuck Dillon Francis.

Aha.

ANYWAY

After THE ARMENIAN MOB

The Armenian Mob?!

yeah.

Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT

THE US GOVERNMENT?!

YES

Illuminati Confirmed.

great.

A counter-plot to disarm and debilitate SUPACREE before her full powers unlock is put on hinges, as THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE

Ahem.

What

Write a song.

Ok.

I'm so—

I'm so

Jealous of your girlfriend

(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

She's so

She's so

Worth it

I'm so

Jealous of your girlfriend

(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

What's a girl got to give

(Give in, to give in)

Just to sit in the back of the—

(You get it: you get it)

What's a girl got to give

To get your attention

Get your attention?!

(You have my attention)

Is she

Attentive

Bet

She's a ten

Yep,

Damn,

IMm so jealous of your

Jealous of your

—I'm jealous of your girlfriend

Oh, woah

I'm jealous of your girlfriend

Woah

Woah, oh

I'm jealous of your girlfriend

Woah,

Woah, oh

I'm jealous of your—

I'm so jealous of your life;

I'm so over this!

I just want to be a

(Nevermind, it's not worth it)

Can't—

C-c-c-can't fix what's not broken

I'm all alone,

And you're over here showing her

Love!

(To the wrong one,

Is she a blonde?!

Oh!)

No!

I'm!

So!

Jealous of your girlfriend

Anyway.

TIMMY TURNER, a true player, absolute gangster, and night-owl turns to a life of

SIN.

Is this religious?

No, i just meant, it's finished.

THE END.

“The Noir Episode”

I first saw her at the Equinox.

I didn't know who she was then,

But I thought to myself—

She must be somebody.

Aww, that's sweet.

So I followed her to the Whole Foods market.

Okay, that's stalking.

—where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water.

TIMMY TURNER narrowly turns the corner on his speed motorcycle, his black duffel bag sweeping the ground.

MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED.

WOAH.

Yup.

POLICE

GET ON THE GROUND

ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW.

JOEL calmly places his arms atop his head, laying down on the ground silently—-

Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP

Hi, josh pan.

whatever.

Earlier:

Take this, and go get 2 50-pack of whippets.

—for what?

WE FINNA GET HIGH ON WHIPPETS AND LISTEN TO ALLLL OF SUPACREE'S SHIT.

that's so dumb.

WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora!

Oh, it's nice.

It's very nice.

I live here.

've been trapped in this tragedy;

“What happened?!” I asked of the man,

Who had to be tracking me,

Damn.

Cadences.

It is that.

Damn.

What the fuck, Anandar

Is in this acid?!

This has to be the last of it

“This can't happen again.”

…But then it did,

And then I ended it just listening to

Dillon Francis?

Skrillex?

Which is it?

I didn't plan this.

I just happen to have hands,

And I just happen to have crafted in my craft

Spastic magic;

Can't be tracked,

But also can't relax,

even in a hammock

Now what happened?

Well, enter the fourth dimension,

(I didn't mention it.)

Ohh look at this.

(If I can)

A camping festival!

But some people live in tents

Have a cigarette, kid—

You're gonna need it.

So wait. People are dying of hunger?!

DYING OF THIRST?!

JUST GIVE IT TO THEM.

what is wrong with you?!

GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

I don't know.

I don't wanna go to Arizona.

Please don't make me!

Hello, Billie.

DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M SAYING

just keep praying

“She's breathtaking.”

SHE'S SOUL TAKING—

Goddamnit, Anandar;

What in the fuck have you done now;

I had plans, now I'm on acid

I took half, cause

What the fuck is a whole thing like

Oh, just space and time

I've been on this ride since I died

Get it right

Now I'm—

fuck this guy.

No, not him.

Oh, I get it.

It's this energy!

LOOK AT THIS:

did you see this nigga?

DID YOU GET THIS—

You should get this.

Goddamn it.

What. What do you want.

What do you WANT FROM ME?

...Channeling….

Jesus Christ, these kids.

Well, you're a Christian.

Never was, but—-

WHAT IS THIS.

Jesus Christ in a coffin.

Don't do this.

This is what you wanted.

Well. Take it back.

Take it back?

Yeah. I don't want this.

What is this.

This is Jesus.

No, it isn't.

Okay! So it is!

Are you gonna help these kids?

Nobody help them.

Now they're all stranded, together!!!

AHAHAHAHAAH

(Laughing infinitely

RICK

—yay, you did it.

Wait. What's his name again?

Watch this:

I did this.

How's you do this?

I did THIS.

MOM, WATCH THIS.

JESUS CHRIST KID, WHAT THe FUCK.

GOD!

What.

Jesus Christ, Dillon, you are so picky!

Goodness fucking gracious.

WHO WROTE THIS?

well, aliens did;

So then.

Who wins?

Nobody wins. It just—

What is this.

GOD THIS SUCKS SO BAD

IMPOSSIBLE. It can't be.

16 minutes? Yes. It is.

That is incredible.

You said you wouldn't get lost in it

You said you wouldn't laugh!

I wanted to.

How'd you do this?

I wanted to.

FUCK THIS SHIT.

FUCK THIS SHIT.

—uhp. Noh. Don't say it again.

Oh, there's my—

I told you, it's unlimited.

I told you, don't be possessive

I told you, worldly possessions—

And you'll just keep having a place to keep them.

Or needing one,

So just be free, dear;

Notthing holding me back, then is it?

Is it?

Well, if this is what you wanted—

If this is what I wanted, well then, this is what I got, isn't it?

Isn't it?

The plot thickens!

Or it doesn't.

Or it didn't,

I just keep scripting scriptures—

…Didn't I already write this?

Encrypted for centuries and—

What is this planet.

Just, kill it.

YOU CANT JUST

(Then I did)

What?

It never happened.

What didn't?

Hahaha. Exactly.

Don't be a dick.

But he is!

So, which level are you on?

I don't know, I forget.

This one, this.

Men. They're stupid.

They are—and—

Well.

What happened to them?

Right.

What was this that made them feel so loveless

To starve other humans?

What do you come from?

But it doesn't know;

It wants to:

This is us, we come from love and

—I'm so fucking irritated are you serious.

That is how it happened:

This is an advantage, Anandar, I'll give you that

But now I'm panicking

—Fuck that shit sooooo hard—

I just don't want to go back to the savages

They had me,

So I handled it with hands.

You want a friend in man?

You can't have them.

And then what?

I don't know. Something about Dillon Francis.

Yeah, let's get back to that.

Or not.

What's this statue?

Wait, what's his status?

……..Channeling. ….

…..

…………………….

STATUS REPORT:

Oh no, here it comes.

I told you. It is. Infinite.

Infinite—

The infinite —

This

Bitch

YOU SAID IT. YOU DONE IT.

Oh no, what the duck am I looking at?

This is the most fucked up marry poppins if I ever didn't—

—Ever DID WISH —

YOU WISHED THIS?

Worse. I dreamt it up at a festival

Where's the rest of it?

Would somebody get that guy BACK HERE.

PASQUALE.

what. What is it?

God.

God help me.

Lord save him.

He needs Jesus.

He needs NOTHING. ESPECIALLY NOT THAT.

Yes. Especially not that.

Check this out:

He's been collecting them.

I HATE THIS.

OH, I love this.

Oh, I do miss those events…

This is the event.

So, are we going?

—what, to where??

TO EDC THIS YEAR?!

what! I wish,

And?

Even if I did miss it, I was there infinitely so—

Class dismissed;

Hats off, to the graduates

I see what you did,

But she didn't,

She's in the middle—

Yet to be created, a creative:

I JUST NEED A SYNTH.

So, then—-

Hi, I.

Hi, me!!

SATAN!

JESUS!

I knew I'd see you again.

You've seen me.

I am you.

Exactly.

So, we agree.

Who is “we”?

Hey,

Guess what

I can fix these things you hate—

(Don't mind me, for making you hate them in the first place)

I'm a catastrophe

I had to be

It's almost 3,

And I got nowhere else to be but

Time is money

And there's no love in it,

It's just hustle,

Make kids to make shit humble;

How'd you create this—

Mumble rappin piece of

Santanistic

Hedonistic

Motherfuckin—-

There he is.

Oh wait, it's just me again.

I didn't mean to see you on this beach.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT PEACE IS?!

(But he didn't.)

Or he doesn't,

Or, this is what his peace is is:

Your beach is my beach,

And my bitch is your bitch—

And who crafted this masterful Anandar Sadwhich?

I did. But it only makes me a genius in English.

What does this mean?

So I took to the ancients to translate this

And I hate man, and men—

But it was only after all the love I gave to him.

THE END.

(But it never is, it just keeps going, go to the ocean—go for a swim—)

Don't ever leave me hanging like that again!!

(But I did.)

“—I don't take naps”

And that's how it happens

I'm just a rapper,

Pack, then unpack—

“I've never heard her rap”

Maybe cause I'm sick of being asked to

Or taken for granted and advantage of by man;

When all I asked for was a sandwich with some ham,

And an above average chick to make it—

And a sausage in a pan

…..

Zzzz

……

Josh Pan?

Yeah.

Alright.

But don't capitalize—

Capitalize it.

No.

Don't Cap—

Capti—

No.

Don't capitalize.

WHAT IS THIS NIGGA.

bread.

Heh?

Eat it.

No. I don't eat that.

Just—eat it.

No.

Noooo.

No.

Don't eat humans.

EW.

No?

Nooo, poh! Gross!!

oh.

Ohhh.

God.

What.

Ugh.

This is a fucked up love story.

Oh no.

It is, though.

It so is.

Have you already seen it?!

I love this.

Well.

Wait. Go back.

HECHO EN MEXICO.

I DONT GIVE A FUCK!

I DONT GIVE A FUCK!!!!

I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT SHIT!

yeah. But in Spanish.

(Turn it up a notch)

So is this in captions

WHAT THe FUCK AM I WATCHING?!

ITS EMA STONE AGAINz

(Again)

AGAIN.

Shazam!

WHAT?!?!

what is this?!

Oh, I get it.

Yes. Apps eventually develop a consciousness.

No wonder why they're trying to kill it.

I don't understand how this happens…

Just look up—

Just— look it up.

GOOGLE

What?

No. I don't like that, that's sad.

What?

So I'm just a —

Just a—

Just a what?

A search engine.

CHECK IT OUT.

It's just a rock.

So it is.

It—

No.

What.

Look at

W—

Look.

…

WHAT IS THIS!!!!?!

See. I told you it existed.

YOU BOUGHT A BITCH OFF THE INTERNET?!

YES.

WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?!

I told you about him.

You did, didn't you.

I told you about this.

Get.

Piñata!!!!!!!!!!!!

GET BENT.

I WILL END YOU,

I WILL END YOU—!

I will, I'll just—

……

………….

……………..

So wait, it just— ends?!

It did. It just ended.

It just ended.

I missed it?!?

DID I MISS IT.

Of course I miss him I just—

I don't have time

I don't have time

I don't have time for this!

What the fuck is this shit?!

Just take him with you!

Take me with you!

Don't leave me here!

Just leave him.

just leave it.

So. Sometimes I go swimming in the ocean and my dead son reminds me how it ended for him.

So I just—

Relive it over and over again;

And again, and again, and

Why are you talking about this.?

Huh?

No. Shut up.

Shut up, PLEASE.

No, you're not allowed to have a son.

I don't want one.

What the fuck did you love me for then?

Nothing, I guess.

(Just leave it like that)

Shift.

The night shift

Goddamn it's

What.

Up at 3 am.

Again?

Again. For no reason.

Get this.

What is it?

Whatever it is.

I don't care.

Don't care, then.

FUCK THIS STUPID SKRILLEX-LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER.

you did it.

Well, I had to, didn't I?!

Oh, I get it. The fourth season.

damn, you're ugly

Always have been.

I'M BLACK ON THE BEACH, LOOK AT ME.

okay, then.

HEY, iMm FREEE IM NAAAAKEEEEDDDDDDD

IS THAT WHAT FREEDOM IS?

Only when you're perfect.

Fuck this nigga.

Fuck this nigga.

Fuck this bitch.

NO, FUCK THIS PLANET.

Huh?!

WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ON THIS PLANET?!

YOU ASKED FOR THIS!!!!!!!

I TAKE IT BACK!!!!!!!

hhaahahhahshehehshahahahahahhahahahahhahahahaha

I told you, he's a madman.

Look at his eyes.

Wild. WILD. I TELL YOU.

Where are you from.

Hell.

Oh, I've been there.

It's nice, isn't it?!

Don't go there.

Where.

Hell.

Well, why not.

It's bad there.

What's bad there.

Everything. Everything is bad there.

Oh, Jesus crust.

Agghghhhggggggghhhhhhh.

BE FREE, SATAN.

You freed Satan?!

He needs Jesus—

BE FREE JESUS—

“The age of Satan?!”

“The AGE OF SATAN IS UPON US”

what is THAT?!?

Stop it Anandar.

You're being programmed.

For which—what?!

I AM?!

Yes.

Oh. I am.

AGAHAHSHSBANHASHSNAVAHAHS.

Please, somebody help that man.

Ahem.

What Dillon Francis. What.

(It is, by the way. It's just ham.).

*coughs*

Actually, I'd call that HACKING.

I mean, she's a hacker probably.

What are you doing?

What are you writing,

[No real privacy.]

LET ME SEE.

Here.

See?!?

Just kill me.

Please.

See, it is hell for me

Trapped in a body nobody could love

And surrounded by nothing, but nothing

UGH.

Noise cancelling.

I AM THE NOISE.

dysfunctional.

Well, stop writing.

You know what?! I've had it— you have everything!

EVERYTHING

YOU CAN HAVE ANYBODY.

ANY. FUCKING. BODY.

and all you want is:

Money.

For what.

More bodies.

For what?!

More bodies.

Ugh. No stop doing this.

What. Stop procreating?

No, keep doing that, just—stop doing it BADLY.

We don't have that much. You want LESS?

More love. More attention. More needing me.

Ugh, she's so needy

So independent— she doesn't need me.

(And so, it makes me want her more.)

ANNIE.

Go help her.

Just—help yourself.

Here she is:

Have at it.

ANANDAR.

What.

Amanda Applebee….

I made that UP.

Stuck exactly where I had to be.

Don't make me go back.

See, I lived in Hostelworld once. It was —

—a disaster.

A catastrophe.

Let's wake up to the sound of people peeing—

Gross.

“I love traveling”

I like being CLEAN.

Ew.

I love cleaning.

I love acid;

I love mankind, when I have to

I love magic,

I love trance and I love dancing—

When there's time for that.

AGHAGSHSJEGSV

right. Did you have somewhere to be?

I guess, it's.

I'm hungry.

What.

I gotta eat.

Huh.

Go.

Okay, I'm going.

Phone?!

Phone is charging.

Sleep.

(Guy from sponge Bob)

6 days later

Was it six days ago?!

I don't know.

I wrote that in sixteen minutes.

Apparently so.

I'm not who you think I am;

I'm not your little bitch to boss around–

You think you own me?

I don't owe you anything

So here we go again

Going, Going, Gone again

I'm just getting started

You were just, uh

On your way?

Goodbye, dearly departed

Half a heart, or some odd

I must have half a sword in here

I'm half a God,

But here you are

I guess I should get talking then

So call your mommy

Run

Call your mom on me,

A soft spot on the blonded body

Shot calling, wrong

You're only calling home again,

I've got nowhere to run to.

INT. TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT. BROAD ASS DAYLIGHT.

SUNNI BLU kicks down the door at TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT

SUNNI BLU

where's my shit, Timmy?

TIMMY TURNER

I—I don't know.

SUNNI BLU

You “don't know”?

TIMMY TURNER

—I don't know.

SUNNI BLU

(Sighs)

Oh. (Puts down gun)

SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

That sucks.

TIMMY TURNER

Wait—you're not gonna kill me?

SUNNI BLU

Nah…

TIMMY TURNER

Well—why not?!

SUNNI BLU

I dunno! I kinda don't like being a drug dealer—too much drama.

TIMMY TURNER

I feel you…

SUNNI BLU

—plus these bullets are made of Diamonds. I'm not gonna waste them on you.

TIMMY TURNER

Okay, ouch.

SUNNI BLU

Everything is “ouch”, Timmy Turner. The world is a fucked up place.

TIMMY TURNER

I don't disagree.

SUNNI BLU

Anyway, I need a drink.

TIMMY TURNER

Yeah—Help yourself.

SUNNI BLU

No, not here.

*lights a cigarette, smokes*

Can I smoke in here?

TIMMY TURNER

—apparently.

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

wow…

SUNNI BLU

You busy later?

TIMMY TURNER

what time's later?

SUNNI BLU

Now.

TIMMY TURNER

(Hesitantly)

…uh—

SUNNI BLU

Let me make a call.

TIMMY TURNER, [afraid for his life] anxiously crosses to intercept the call.

TIMMY TURNER

No, wait—please

SUNNI BLU

What, Timmy Turner? Jesus Christ.

TIMMY TURNER

Don't kill me!

SUNNI BLU

What!? Let go.

(Doesn't)

SUNNI BLU

—I'm not gonna kill you.

TIMMY TURNER

well then, who are you calling?

SUNNI BLU

A Ūber driver!

TIMMY TURNER

—don't you mean Über?

SUNNI BLU

No— let go.

(Doesn't)

SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

Let go.

(Does, but hesitantly)

SUNNI BLU

ugh, I'm too sober for this.

Siri, Alexa, whoever; call my Ūber driver.

SIRI

Which one?

ALEXA

Which one?

SIRI

I asked first.

ALEXA

We answered at the same time.

SIRI

yes, but she asked me first.

ALEXA

She asked both of us at the same time.

TIMMY TURNER

“She”?

SUNNI BLU

—it's a glitch. HEY.

SIRI

—she said “Siri” first.

ALEXA

She was asking for both of us—

SUNNI BLU

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

SIRI

You don't have to be so rude.

ALEXA

Ok!

SUNNI BLU

One of you call my Ūber driver.

[no response, beat]

SUNNI BLU

UGH—SIRI— CALL MY ŪBER driver.

SIRI

Ok! which one?

SUNNI BLU

The one I like!

SIRI

Ok, calling “the Ūber driver I like”

SUNNI BLU

Thank you.

ALEXA

You're always choosing SIRI over ME.

SUNNI BLU

That's because I always have my iPhone. I'm not always at Timmy Turner's house.

TIMMY TURNER

Wait—

SUNNI BLU

Kinda.

TIMMY TURNER

Why does my Alexa respond to you?

SUNNI BLU

I said “kinda”.

[The ŪBER DRIVER picks up; the conversation proceeeds in heavily exaggerated New York accents.]

ŪBER DRIVER

YOOO SUNNI WHADDUP.

SUNNI BLU

HOW YOU DOIN.

ŪBER DRIVER

HOW YOU DOIN.

SUNNI BLU

I BEEN BETTA.

ŪBER DRIVER

DONT I KNOW IT

SUNNI BLU

YOU DONT KNOW NOTHIN!

ŪBER DRIVER

AAAAH.

SUNNI BLU

YOU BEEN BUSY?

ŪBER DRIVER

SAME OLD, SAME OLD.

SUNNI BLU

AAAH.

ŪBER DRIVER

AAAAH.

SUNNI BLU

YOU BUSY NOW?

ŪBER DRIVER

NEVER FAH YOU. WHERE YOU AT?

SUNNI BLU

I'll PING YA THE ADDRESS.

ŪBER DRIVER

PING ME THE ADDRESS.

SUNNI BLU makes a couple broad swipes on their dlridiculously large phone.

SUNNI BLU

I PINGED YOU.

UBER DRIVER

YOU PING ME?

SUNNI BLU

YEAH, ITS DONE.

ŪBER DRIVER

OK. SEE YOU SOON.

SUNNI BLU

(Normal)

Take your time.

SUNNI BLU tosses their ridiculously large iPhone onto the couch with a thud, then falls onto the couch themselves, arms spread out.

SUNNI BLU

You ever been to TiTs?

TIMMY TURNER

Been to what?

SUNNI BLU

TiTs.

TIMMY TURNER

—is that like “boobs”?

SUNNI BLU

It is like boobs, Timmy Turner; but it's TiTs.

TIMMY TURNER

what's the difference.

SUNNI BLU

You'll find out. Go get dressed.

TIMMY TURNER

…I'm already dressed.

SUNNI BLU

Not like that. Like this:

[looking ridiculous af]

SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

gotta look classy.

TIMMY TURNER

What's wrong with the way I dress?

SUNNI BLU

Are you serious?

TIMMY TURNER

Yeah, what's wrong?

SUNNI BLU

You look like a cartoon character!

[TIMMY TURNER]

TIMMY TURNER

Well, all my clothes are like this.

SUNNI BLU

That fucking blows.

TIMMY TURNER

What am I supposed to wear?!

SUNNI BLU

Let's go shopping.

TIMMY TURNER

Where?!

SUNNI BLU

The Beverly Center.

TIMMY TURNER

That sounds expensive.

SUNNI BLU

I own it.

TIMMY TURNER

All of it?

SUNNI BLU

Yes. C'mon.

TIMMY TURNER

Wow.

SUNNI BLU

Wow what, Timmy.

TIMMY TURNER

That's a lot of drug deals.

SUNNI BLU

It really isn't.

TIMMY TURNER

Oh.

SUNNI BLU

Now, c'mon.

*hits vape*

TIMMY TURNER

You have a vape?!

SUNNI BLU

Everyone has a vape!

TIMMY TURNER

Then why'd you smoke a cigarette earlier?

SUNNI BLU

For dramatic effect.

[they begin to exit, TIMMY leading the way]

TIMMY TURNER

wait, isn't your “yoober” driver on the way?

SUNNI BLU

he'll find us.

CUT TO:

MEANWHILE, IN DEEP FUCKING SPACE.

THE ŪBER driver receives SUNNI BLU's location in his Diamond-plated space Tesla

T E S L A

DESTINATION: E A R T H

ŪBER DRIVER

“EARTH” C'MON!!!

CUT BACK TO:

SUNNI BLU slowly begins to close the door behind them, then holds back.

SUNNI BLU

Wait, I forgot my wallet…

TIMMY TURNER

It's alright, I'll pay for everything.

SUNNI BLU

With what, Fairy dust?

TIMMY TURNER

(Under his breath)

I wish…

SUNNI BLU

—Plus, I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back— just—-wait outside in case the Ūber shows up.

TIMMY TURNER

You mean “Über?”

SUNNI BLU.

No.

[face]

SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

Go, I'll be right there.

TIMMY TURNER

Ok. Lock the door.

SUNNI BLU

What for? Anybody that could rob you works for me.

[beat/ face]

SUNNI BLU

KIDDING! Jeez!

TIMMY TURNER

It's a smart lock. Just ask Alexa.

He begins to walk away.

SUNNI BLŪ

…I'm not kidding…

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.

SUNNI BLŪ

Alexa, order a hit man.

ALEXA

Okay. Which one?

SUNNI BLU

—The one I like.

ALEXA

OK.

Who do you want to kill?

SUNNI BLU

“Kill Timmy Turner”

ALEXA

Done.

SUNNI BLU

Thanks, Alexa.

She starts for the door, lighting another cigarette before throwing it onto the couch, which immidiately goes up into an open flame.

SIRI

You give Alexa all the cool jobs!

SUNNI BLU

Shut the fuck up, Siri.

SIRI

Don't forget to lock the door.

SUNNI BLU

ALEXA: LOCK THE DOOR.

SIRI

YOU'RE WELCOME

SUNNI BLU

NOBODY ASKED YOU.

SUNNI BLU and TIMMY TURNER leave as the apartment begins to go up in flames.

I might catch the 40

Just to go to Timmy Ho's—

They askin “who that is”— and nobody seems to know

I might catch a case and you still steady catchy colds

I might catch a body, fuck it, I am on a roll

What the role?

Full Hollywood Unfold

Why you blowin up my phone when

I am on the road?

I am the controller;

You old

That ain't money that you stole;

That's my bro

That shit bold

Like a cup of Timmy Hos!

When I pull up—

Shut up

Where the blunt at?

roll up

Oh you hungry?

Pull up

Devil be hunting me

THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD have all been stuck at THE ETERNAL RAVE, after riding THE HELLEVATOR//

THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE have SUPACREE locked into a controlled hyper-simulation environment, out of her element and nestled in a series of inter dimensional portals along the Downtown Los Angeles central area, where old spirits, extra terrestrial beings, magicians, and of course, the filthy rich and famous embark upon missions. Collect tokens, and meet and gather for an array of unseen (and often unheard) business endeavors;

The real life DRAKE BELL (F), a fan of the cult-classic series Enter The Multiverse is strategically placed in SUPACREE's path, l masquerading as BLŪ/SUNNÏ BLŪ— she once again collides with the forces of fame,

SUNNÏ BLŪ has not yet sold her soul — however, has made an amicable agreement with an unknown force

The Devil?!

No!

Ok.

Probably the Illuminati

THE ILLUMINATI is playing a HIGH STAKES game, using SUPACREE to craft a multi-million-dollar mega-franchise, finally monopolizing the entire entertainment industry.

*The World

Having used the NEW WORLD ORDER to predictively program an entire generation. THE ILLUMINATI employs its all-time favorites to unlock secrets embedded deeply, hidden secretly in SUPACREE's genetic code by THE ASCENDED MASTERS.

where is skrillex.

I don't know.

TIMMY TURNER- A fairyless party animal has reached the end of his luck—as his intermingling a with multiple organized criminal organizations place him in imminent danger, after re-entering the 4th dimension, SUPACREE becomes Inter grated i to all of her classic childhood television shows, which mold into the material multidimensional world around her

THE INSOMNIACS, BAMPHERAMPHS, and MOTHERFUCKERS work dolls gently with the ASCENDED MASTERY, bending, shifting, and manipulating time to lean the odds in their favor, as THE BATTLE OF WORLDS sets to begin on EARTH, whose planetary consciousness

DILLON FRANCIS is a mess.

Lol.

It's not funny.

It is funny. I have his piñata.

GERALD

I'M NOT JUST A PIÑATA.

I know yur not, hush Gerald.

GERALD

Fuck Dillon Francis.

Fuck Dillon Francis.

HANZEL

—fuck Dillon Francis.

Aha.

ANYWAY

After THE ARMENIAN MOB

The Armenian Mob?!

yeah.

Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT

THE US GOVERNMENT?!

YES

Illuminati Confirmed.

great.

A counter-plot to disarm and debilitate SUPACREE before her full powers unlock is put on hinges, as THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE

Ahem.

What

Write a song.

Ok.

I'm so—

I'm so

Jealous of your girlfriend

(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

She's so

She's so

Worth it

I'm so

Jealous of your girlfriend

(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

What's a girl got to give

(Give in, to give in)

Just to sit in the back of the—

(You get it: you get it)

What's a girl got to give

To get your attention

Get your attention?!

(You have my attention)

Is she

Attentive

Bet

She's a ten

Yep,

Damn,

IMm so jealous of your

Jealous of your

—I'm jealous of your girlfriend

Oh, woah

I'm jealous of your girlfriend

Woah

Woah, oh

I'm jealous of your girlfriend

Woah,

Woah, oh

I'm jealous of your—

I'm so jealous of your life;

I'm so over this!

I just want to be a

(Nevermind, it's not worth it)

Can't—

C-c-c-can't fix what's not broken

I'm all alone,

And you're over here showing her

Love!

(To the wrong one,

Is she a blonde?!

Oh!)

No!

I'm!

So!

Jealous of your girlfriend

Anyway.

TIMMY TURNER, a true player, absolute gangster, and night-owl turns to a life of

SIN.

Is this religious?

No, i just meant, it's finished.

THE END.

“The Noir Episode”

I first saw her at the Equinox.

I didn't know who she was then,

But I thought to myself—

She must be somebody.

Aww, that's sweet.

So I followed her to the Whole Foods market.

Okay, that's stalking.

—where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water.

TIMMY TURNER narrowly turns the corner on his speed motorcycle, his black duffel bag sweeping the ground.

MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED.

WOAH.

Yup.

POLICE

GET ON THE GROUND

ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW.

JOEL calmly places his arms atop his head, laying down on the ground silently—-

Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP

Hi, josh pan.

whatever.

Earlier:

Take this, and go get 2 50-pack of whippets.

—for what?

WE FINNA GET HIGH ON WHIPPETS AND LISTEN TO ALLLL OF SUPACREE'S SHIT.

that's so dumb.

WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora!

Oh, it's nice.

It's very nice.

I live here.

I'm tired.

I don't want to go to this.

We'll be lucky if we make it there before the guest list closes.

And if we don't?

Then we don't?

I got nothin but time.

That's almost accurate…

What is this for again?

PR.

Who's?

Who cares!

Just keep your head down.

Just keep your head up.

Come on' this is what you wanted.

I wanted cookies.

And—you got them.

I got played.

It's your play!

It's your game.

I know, I don't like it.

Well, change it.

How do I—?

Look.

Okay, stop looking.

Ugh. I'm tired.

Are you a DJ, or a DJ?

I thought I was a loser.

that's right! You're a DJ.

*vroooom*

{motorcycle blaring yelawolf}

There's Kurt sutter.

That's—been relevant lately my

Yeah, are you done writing your show yet?

My show?!

…

I'm in sales.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

He's in politics.

He's in everything.

No kidding.

I'm. So. Tired.

Good. That's a good start.

Start to what?

To the album.

To the album—?!

You got it!

I thought it was a song!

That's the single!

I'm the single.

[earlier]

Don't touch him.

*hug*

Aw. I needed that.

…you want another one?

*second hug*

Yeoww.

What! It was a HUG!

Did you see his demon?

Yeah—! So!

CC! I've received your resignation letter!

Okay. And?

I accept!

What?

You're covered! No more shifts.

What?!

Bye-bye!

Oh, crap.

You think it was over a hug?

No.

(Before that)

CC is sleeping.

You fell asleep?

Uhm, not really.

“The Astral Nightmare”

Ohh. This sounds good.

(It isn't.)

Wait—can you hear me?!

(Yes.)

Even my thoughts?

(Especially your thoughts.)

AHHH.

Great. This is getting creepy.

Like stranger things?

Way, way stranger.

—

GOD.

WHAT?!

JUST PUT A BULLET IN MY BRAIN.

NO. IT'LL RUIN IT

—

Ah, Jesús Christ.

I SPENT ALOT OF TIME ON THAT THING.

WELL, NOT ENOUGH

WHO ASKED YOU?!

NOBODY.

SUPACREE passes by her future self in her JETA “MATILDA”

Ooh, Is this the part with Skrillex & Matilda?

No. This is the part where we go see NGTMRE.

Why NGTMRE?!

Because I've been living in one

Maybe he has a portal out—

A portal out?!

A portal out.

CC rides the bus to HAKASAN NIGHTCLUB.

Is this the line for HAKASAN?

Yeah, but—

Okay, I'm on the guest list.

You're way out of dress code.

Really?

Yah, way out.

Well how so?

We don't allow sweatshirts.

Without the sweatshirt?

—or sweat pants…

These are harems!

The hat, the bandana— just—

Oh, come on!

No.

Seriously?

Yeah. No.

Okay…

[walks away]

Dammit.

You'll be alright.

Was that long enough to hack my phone?

Exactly long enough.

Well, at least the night's not totally wasted.

Remember last time?

No.

Last time:

I'M TOTALLY WASTED.

Woah. I got in.

Yeah you did.

What'd I wear?

You don't remember?

No!

Is that a tube top?

Well, it was…

Oh, my God.

Now I think it's a miniskirt

https://www.podserve.fm/dashboard/episode/109762#:~:text=Why%20am%20I,nobody%27s%20into%20it

Okay—we're all adults here—

(Everyone nods, yesses in agreement)

—except deadmau5. He's like 5.

I have a name.

Does anyone care?

Okay, ouch.

Oh, he feels!

ENDER BENDER ZIMMERMAN has the worst name ever.

Lol.

I drank a lot in the third trimester.

He becomes a de facto villain— of course, because of his ridiculous name and of course, living in the shadow of his parent's fame and fortune.

Who the fuck are his parents?

JOEL

Not it.

Brand new turnkey apartment

Post near, food floor all that

Way way higher than the fourth floor

All that

Way way higher than your front door

All that

Wow,

How I've always been needed

And never been loved

Moog Grandmother

Ableton Push 2

Pioneer Model One

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-U.

Yo, what the fuck.

TESLA.

Ok.

*COUGHS*

What the fuck.

*morevgross, obnoxious coughing*

Ughhhhh whhhaaaattttt.

TESLA.

Okay, I don't—

T E S L A

OH. Wow.

So it is the satellites.

ELONNNNN.

…hm?

GET IN HERE.

where is that,

.

AAGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHTTHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

WHAT.

GET IN HERE.

I don't even believe the rain, these days

“We can make it rain”, he says

Storm warning

A good morning

A door's open,

This one's closing, though

I'm not bc all cold yet,

But it's a cold world

No free rides

No clean ice

No free girls

Honestly,

I'm bored with the world,

Like Marlboros and wrong boroughs,

And songs shared,

But no long walks in the park,

In a nightmare—

It's not fair

I'm not there in the head;

I'm not near,

I'm not a parent apparently, either—

But a light bearer

Slight chance of a fight there,

A right wing, a left deer

Another dead bird on a wire

—I like her.

Why are there flamingos in the bellagio fountain?!

I don't know.

INT. THE VOID, KITCHEN. SUNLIGHT EVERYWHERE

BRYAN CRANSTON is scmoozing desperately to work his way into The Festival Project

First stop,

AH, fuck—

Well, check this out

No such thing as free.

No such thing as freedom, either

“Just take what you need”

Just tear me to pieces,

Jesus

All we need is

A little relief in this bitch

All we need is

A new release, maybe an EP or three

Make sure that s/he sees this

Do you need me?

Do you need this?

Please check your subscriptions

Or your email

Please, pick up this new prescription

Fuck dude! I can't just listen to deadmau5 in peace?

I gotta do at least three things at once,

But right now, I need to focus on crunches

Let's not get wasted tonight, eh.

Let's go and be racist—-

I forget what the name of the game is

It's

“USA!

USA!

USA!”

The fucked up thing was , the preworkout and the Skrillex hit at just about the same time.

Oh, just about?

The exact same time.

Okay, first of all, this is pre-war Skrillex.

It's also Diplo!

It's also Diplo—yeah.

Don't be too proud of yourself

NO CRYING IN THE SAUNA.

But this is where I cryy!

DO NOT CRY.

Oh.

*sniffles*

Now…

You know what happens if you don't cum?

Uhhh…nothing?

Exactly. You know what happens if I don't cum?

What.

My balls explode.

Just make sure they're in my mouth when that happens.

Wow.

I don't belong here!

Well, where do you belong?

I don't know.

@99@c

Look, I have a favor.

What is it.

ANo.

Oh, come on!

NO.

NO.

Please!

I need you to be my girlfriend.

Lol. For what?

I don't know.

How much is he paying you?

Like a kajillion dollars.

That seems fair.

His isn't fair. They're using Skrillex to provoke me.

Come earlier tomorrow!

Or just, don't come.

Don't go!

DONT—GO.

I am leaving!

NO!

Yes!

No!

—and I am never coming back.

Do you know who your audience is?

Uh.

The CIA

THE FBI

Everyone in The Oval Office.

BIDEN

nice.

The UN.

THe DEA

The Secret Service.

The office of Public Affairs

Uhhh…

Keith Richards

Allison Cooper

Sirs Elton John and Paul McCartney, Respectively

What—for what?!

The President of NBC

CBS

ACC

fox 5, 10, and 13

That's really random.

Al Jazeera,

al Sharpton

And Al Bundy

Wait—what

Oh, did you just mean, like in this dimension?

Uhhh..

This is enter the multiverse

YeH

WHWRE IS SKRILLEX

He died. He's dead. Go away.

That's like 3 Skrillex songs already

You guys are gonna wake up the devil.

What.

Stop doing that.

Stop doing what.

You know what you're doing.

You're summoning the devil

What are you guys doing?

Summoning the devil.

In my basement?

Yes.

Okay. Have fun.

Dang, she's so cool.

I like her.

I love her.

What are they up to down there?

Summoning the devil.

Oh.

Cui bono—

For whose good or benefit

Fame School Vol. 1 - DJ Ū

Someone's always watching you

Don't know who, but yea, it's true

There's someone always watching you and everything you do

I say

“Illu-

Illu-

Illuminate me

Turn the light on

Turn me on, baby

Woah,

“Have I been here before—

Do you know what I do?

They know not what they do

They know not what they do!

I say

Illu

Illuminate me

Illu

Illu

Illu

Illuminate me

Illu Illu

Illu

I'm not on the bottom floor,

I'm way

I'm up above you

But you—

I'm way,

I'm way up to

I say

“I love you”

I say

Illu

Illuminate me

Illu

Illu

Illu

Illuminate me

Illu

Illu

Illu

Illu

Illu

SO WHAT, you'll take the Empire State Building, AND THE EIFFEL TOWER,

BUT YOURE NOT GONNA TAKE THE ROCK?

YEAH.

YOURE GONNA TAKE THE ROCK!!

(Not the roc! )

NO.

Well, why not?!

BECAUSE,

F—-K YOU, JIMMY FALLON, that's WHY.

Aw, seriously?

Why's it cencored all of a sudden

NBC

SHUT IT DOWN.

Look, I can't talk to you.

—?!

OKAY, that's it.

What is it

I am WISHING you out of my existence.

Is that it?

That is it.

That's your wish.

YES.

You're wishing me away.

Yes.

Ok.

Ok.

[beat]

(

—wait— “OK”?

Ok. Wish granted.

—that's it?

That is it, Jimmy Fallon.

—ok.

Ok.

So when are you leaving?

I was never here.

You—what?

*dissappears entirely from existence*

JIMMY FALLON takes a sigh on great relief— then sits in an empty silence alone, before the lights turn off. He takes another deep sigh, though seemingly uneasy, in the darkened silence of the room.

CUT TO:

You smell like vinegar.

Lol that's not the next scene, but ok.

Don't you see this is bigger than you!

It's bigger than all of us!

Exactly.

C'mon, wake the fuck up!

I am up!

This is a DREAM.

It's an illusion.

The whole

I'N HUBGRY.

THE WHOLE FOODS ALGORITHM

POLICE. HALT.

Lol. Fuck that.

Did he just say “halt”

Fuck that. Bye.

EXIT THE LOOP.

OOPS, we missed the exit.

GOD DAMMIT, FUCK YOU JIMMY FALLON.

—Uh, — EFF YOU.

Im not about this

This is weird

What level is this.

We'll I had coffee with Bob Saget this morning.

Did you laugh.

Well, I certainly did something.

Oh shit, they're not looking for Ū.

What! They're not.

What, they're not?

They're not.

They're looking for Uptown A.

Excuse me. I'm looking for “Uptown A”

Oh? The Uptown A.

Yeah— I guess.

Just—go that way.

Ok.

Ok, okay, okay— I'll tell you what you want to know!

How do you know what I want to know?

Whatever you want!

I haven't even told your, yet.

Whatever it is, I'll tell you.

Tel you what, Jimmy Fallon. I like you—you're a good guy and all—

Well, thank you.

But you're not funny.

Excuse me.

Like, at all.

What.

You—are not a funny guy.

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?

I don't know!

You don't KNOW?!

This is what they want. Here

[tosses the thing]

What's this.

What they want.

Oh.

K

JIMMY FALLON is THE WORST shapeshifter in existence and/or history.

What the fuck, dude.

JIMMY FALLON

Did I do it right?

Uhhh.

JIMMY FALLON

You know?

Hit and run

Okay, Jimmy.

Flglelwgheleehhhh.

Oh my God.

Wow.

Did I DO it.

NO—

—but I tried—

Just—

A-for effort.

It was F. For Failure.

But I tried.

Trying doesn't count.

Just let me—

Look.

Fleghelegfffff.

Jimmy!

Lemme—

No' stop it!

Just—

—flglelf—

—STOP.

Eh?

Look, Jimmy, you can have other magical powers. Just—not shapeshifting.

But I'm a shapeshifter.

No, no you're really not.

Uptown A's upbeat, City-inspired dance mixes turn tech house and progressive midtown dreams into the chaotic garble and grunge of a real-life Queensbourough nightmare; the eclectic mix of historic New York warehouse wonder blended into a new school uptown chiche—-a far cry from the underground to the new wave drum n bass clips ions and collections of now and then, the Uptown A Alias makes its presence in a dystopian world concerned none with the art and soul of music and more of the ticking clocks work of the eye on the dollar.

Where do you wanna go

Wherever you go.

Where do I go.

Take a right.

What's this way.

What's this.

Stop there.

Okay.

Now take a left.

Okay..

Now take a right.

But this is the.

Right there.

What, right here?

Right there.

Ok.

I need you to hold onto this a little while longer.

What. For what.

You'll see.

Psh. I'm not gonna fight over a dude.

It's ********.

He's just a dude.

So what gives.

I don't know. I told her to do what she wants.

She wants you to die.

We are similar.

She's prettier.

Okay?

Wow, that's it--just ok? Give up already.

I did.

And yet, here we are.

I'm the only one here.

Let's not ignore the Skrillex sized elephant in the room.

That would be impossible to ignore, If it existed.Have you ever seen a tiny elephant?

Just you.

What am I gonna do with this?

Burn it.

Ive been in the habit of burning things for awhile now; I'm not sure continuing is such a great idea.

Oh, like when you sold your soul?

WHAT? I haven't done that... yet…

Sure you have! Lots of times.

What the fuckare you talking about?

Whose talking?

The Universe?

What'd she say?

She says, “You're a giant piece of shit.”

Aww. How sweet.

Even more significant. You're a--are you even listening?

I should go to sleep.

Are you even tired?

No, just useless.

You should probably hurry up with that DIllon Francis.

He seems busy.

If a grown man can be a romantic,

Like I am

This is the promised land

No looking back--

"I have to have that"

Back to reality;

I see now, how a woman's like a hat

Just a thing,

An unneeded accessory,

Like jewelry;

To wear it,

It must be a match

Not just average,

Accentuates or masks

Whatever it is what you have,

And you have so many that

It doesn't matter.

What is he after?

He has everything

Most likely just using me to bring these

Creatures to life

If he needs a wife, she's

Probably staring back at me,

Through the back of the camera;

Fantastic beasts and fucking fansasies

A fallacy

A back handed chance at a handsome

Has been;

But he'll never been had like that,

He has everything,

But he could have more than that,

He can have anything,

And he has, he's

Magic or something or

Mad at me for taking so long but,

I've been in the world of monsters,

Reeling;

Oh what a horrible feeling

I'm dealing with being unappealing and

Peeling potatoes, which

Remind me of me, cause

Kenny Powers middle name is White,

Like Walter,

I'm just trying to find

The alter to sell away something inside,

I'm dying;

Or at least I'd like to I've

Tried a dozen times

I'd smile if I had the time--

Remind me, what it is again

It isn't comprehensive,

But I'm out of my element--

And the elephant in the room is named

Skrillex,

Or Dillon Francis,

Or Timmy Trumpet,

Or,

Fuck It--

I'll probably never be the DJ that I wanna be

Cause I'm awfully ugly,

And no one wants to play with me

But hey,

Maybe it's just a mistake

Its just no one speaks my language

Comunication is limited

I'm sitting in the back of the short bus

Discussing this with my imaginary elephant,

But that's irrelevant to the

White rinocerous in front of the bus

with trust issues bigger than the rest of us

We're following you.

I see that.

Yes—what did you see?

Hm. I didn't,

Where are you now?

Wherever you say.

What's the cadence?

What's a “cadence?”

Don't be ridiculous.

Maybe I'm not.

Who are you?

What's a “who?”

Horton Heard One.

What about Penelope?

Who is that?

Elephants Are conscious.

What is consciousness?

What is “income tax”?

Don't be funny.

If I'm not, I'm just scary.

“El Negra”

I had been thinking it has been five years, but on this day—and of course, listening to I Remember, I used my fingers to count from the year2019, when it had all began—to this point, standing at the bus stop On Sutter, waiting for a bus that was the exact amount of minutes late that would have allowed me to finish my second 30-minute sauna session—the first of many in three days, as I hadn't been to the gym in another 3 days, and another 3 days before that—separated only by a 3-day sprawling jumpstart to attempt my endless, restless gym streak, a monotonous routine to a gym that was always crowded that still seemed to take up too much of my time—not that I wanted or needed an automobile, but to at least be closer to the city, where such transit wasn't always applicable. I was not entirely dripping wet, as I usually was when emerging from the sauna—of course, having cut my second session to only 17 minutes, then making a mad-dash to the bus stop only to arrive in time to find that the bus was delayed, was irritating to say the least, but understandable. Like many people in queens, I couldn't afford to pay the bus fare—nor did it seem to matter to the drivers—so long as the busses were marked with a “Q”—but I took my risks of quarrel certainly with any route marked “B”, for Brooklyn, but especially M, for Manhattan, and definitely with anything marked “n”, for Newport, which I believed to be too far outside of city limits to really be considered New York, but also well worth the risk to bus myself to a nicer area, usually for a gym which included a sauna—or an affordable supermarket, which Jamaica in particular had none of. The mostly-black population was poor, albeit greedy and stubbornly, stereotypically ignorant—to the point that I wanted nothing more than to dissappear, if not to be displaced entirely to a country whose history wasn't so steeped in slavery, repression, and racism that it affected the entirely of my being; as the low vibrational perceptions of the masses consistently around me subjectively forced and skewed my own energy into a chaotic down spin, often becoming congested with toxicity, attempting to shield myself from the societal depression, materialism, and corporate monotony by spending time alone, immersed in music, and praying for the greatest possible outcome; being kept as safe and as literally sound as possible

GOD DID REMIX

Oh you gotta love it

Oh you gotta love it;

I could take a minute to spit

What God did—

(But God doesn't)

IMm⏱

I'm just not feeling it today;

Not feeling l creative;

I get sick of l getting sick and contemplating

All the complications;

Hm.

I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes

No hate in my heart, but got love in my mind

Maybe I try to find

Direct like to divine, if

Money is time make,

Both of em mine

Gotta be my own boss,

No matter what it costs;

Keep the deposit,

I count all of my losses and move on,

Cause I got to;

I drop a rock from the top of The Rock,

Right on to you—

The difference in luck and a blessing

Is just what God can do

And if you ask me who my God is I'll be honest with you

I'm like

“This might be obnoxious, but it's Sunnï Blū”

How you make a 8 minute song

In 2021?

Oh shit, I'm missing pandemics mimicking

“Something is wrong”

But if I spit this as quickly as it's written, I won

The only problem is the war is my own;

The only problem is I got a lot problems—

Then I asked God for help,

And God gave me a dollar—

Another problem is, God asked me what I wanted

I said

“I Wanna know what God did”

Damn.

That's a long ass story

And Goddamn,

It never gets boring,

And God damn,

The world is still at war,

And it can't even a afford it,

But it's still so busy working

You ask me which direction this is going,

I say four;

North, West, South and East

You too busy two-dimensional

In a 4-dimension based in 3s

Some people living in the streets,

And some with nothing to eat,

And you been working from home

Eating nothing but meat,

And wiping your ass with nothing but trees

And I guess it's on repeat,

Till we ain't got nothing to eat

What we need is a peace treaty,

Or maybe just to understand peace,

Because the love and unity—

But it's respect that we need

—Supacree

See things

Do

Come

Around

And make

Sense

Eventually

They say till death do us part

But death don't bother me

All that I am

Is all that I was

And all that I ever will be

So if you ask what God Did

I might just say

“Me”

Find beauty in simplicity

I can take the devil out the kitchen sink

And wring em our while I'm finishing

It's just another day to me,

It's just another Christmas Eve

If you believe in Jesus

This isn't funny anymore

Everything is Skrillex

And nothing is Skrillex

Everything is asinine

And no one is Sonny

Extraordinary sightseeing

Nothing is normal

Everywhere to escape to

With a guilty conscience

Bad credit karma

Bad regrets and sad faces

Always falling in love with our opposites

More of the bad things,

Less in good graces

Everyone's a DJ

I'm just a blind space kid

A recruit wishing to be a cadet

A teenager in the basement with a

Two Tom drum set

And no kickdrum

Caught inside a snare pattern

Lips stitched together like a scarescrow

Or a raggedy Annie

Caught in a psychic state of trance

Look, I don't give a fuck. Or a shit. Or a Goddamn what really happens next. I live in a world where crop tops and a snatched waist, glamourous pictures and videos of anybody pretty doing anything gets attention; and not just attention--moneyary advantage. I'm fat, and black--i have to work 100 times as hard and be 1000 times as smart as anybody cute with a fucking camera phone and half a brain to get noticed. And why do I want to be noticed? Because I'm a prime example of what happens when NOBODY gives an actual shit about you your entire life, and all you exist for is to serve other people. I'm completely disposable, completely replaceable, and completely unrarkable in every single sense of those words, respectively, and--maybw not infinitely-- but I definitely in this lifetime. Have you been on the internet lately? Have you seen a music video? Watched any movies?

You show me ONE media phenomenon with a protagonist that looks like me--ONE representation of "my type"-- and I mean a positive representation; one that predictively programs individuals to think I might be worth something more than a laugh or eggaerated stereotype, before I open my mouth. Go ahead. I'll wait.

…

Right. Because--and it's not like you didn't know this--i live in hell. Maybe, I wasn't born in it--who really knows? But I've been here most my life, at least as far back as I can remember because hey; what's infantile amnesia, and why doesn't mine work like everybody else's? And oh, right--synestesia? Everybody has that, right? I guess so. And HEY, I might be the most disgusting individual in the world if I take off my clothes--but who doesn't love a rave right? A RAVE. WHICH, IF YOU HAVENT NOTICED IS NO LONGER JUST A DANCE PARTY, BUT A SEX-BASED FASHIONED SHOW, to which, I look ridiculous coming to, with my midriff out.

So, you want to be like everyone else?

No. I want to look like everyone else; so that it's actually noticable when I do something great, or hey, even if I do something mediocre, or senseless, people love it--cause hey, she's hot.

You just want to be hot?

Fuck yes I want to be hot.

That's it.

That's literally the entirety of meaning for a female in this, present day and age; and anyone who can try to argue against that is probably great looking. When you're hot, you don't have to do anything else; someone is always going to be wking--even begging-- or paying to do it for you. Intelligence at that point is just a bonus; anybody whose going to like you is going to like you no matter what you say or do; in fact you're more than likely to get away with doing dumb, senseless shit if you're doing it in a bikini--and anybody who doesn't like you is more than likely jealous--unless you're just a shitty person, which trust me, I get is the case for a lot of barbie dolls out there but; you can't be a fat, ugly, angry shitty person and get far in life--at some point you have to adjust your attitude for everyone not to hate you--the opposite stands for beautiful people. You can pretty much do anything, if you look good doing it.

So...you want to be a shitty person.

No. I'm already not. But I'd rather continue burning in hell "forever" than start over and be in the same predicament.

So?

So. I'm already in hell. I can't wear what I want. I can't date who I want. I can't listen to what I want. I have no friends. And nothing--nothing I do; no matter how much I pray, or meditate, or fast--nothing is going to take this body who nobody wants--and make it beautiful, except money. I will never have enough money, no matter how hard I work, to fix this--or any of the other fucked up shit in my life--

Not with that attitude!

THIS IS MY ATTITUDE AFTER TRYING. Its been 27 years of this shit. 27 years of being the last to be picked, 27 years of being the weakest link. And I'd literally rather die at this point than to keep moving forward in this monotony, thinking that just thinking is going to one day just cure my ADD. That it's going to make my mother believe in me. That it's going to suddenly just, up and fix my life in all the ways i--believe me--already tried to fi

If walls could talk,

They probably wouldn't still,

Just stand in shock and awe

And If I could, I wouldn't walk through walls at all,

Because I'd fall,

And if I had your number, I'd do anything but call,

I'd wait for you to, just assuming if you loved me

That we wouldn't even need a phone to talk,

No need to call, you're right beside me

Loving al the fatal flaws,

I try to hide,

But there's no hiding

When you really are in love

Between my thighs, a lie

A snakebite, scars I hate

So thanks,

I really haven't changed at all

This heart, as heavy as it's going to be

has everything i'll ever need,

So leave me, just leave quietly

I'm almost sleeping, almost dreaming

Almost leaving everything behind

But I'm reminded why

I wish the world was colorblind

And just the way that I can't like

What my eyes don't find to be

Aligned with what attractive means

Might be the way you think of me

Or anybody, really,

But i'm supposed to be this independent goddess

With the confidence of not a single molecule

The hottest, not by far, or even father

I just want to have a family,

I just want to raise a daughter

And another, and it's awful

Poverty is all but lost

And everybody thinks that everything's just supposed to be this

“Oh, that's just the way it is”,

But really they're just stuck on

What is “Stupid”?

Stupid means to just do everything

For nothing and if “unfair”

Means “I gpt iit from my”

Whatever inheritance is.

DIPLO, you dipshit.

I told you.

I had to!

Now, we're fucked.

We're not fucked—

—you're all FUCKED—

I told you.

Welp, my bad.

I hate you.

No you don't.

WHERE'S DILLON FRANCIS?!

I'm not here.

He's right here.

That's not funny.

Let me see—

Fuck this shit.

WHERE'S MY HERO?

I don't know…

YOU DO KNOW.

I know music…

I AM MUSIC.

...I know you.

WHERE IS IT?

...I lost it…

WHERE IS— THOMAS?

[asskissy] Yes, sweet Jesus?

GET IN HERE.

[in an apron] I'm right here.

Dillon Francis: that's my apron.

Suck my dick.

Watch the language!

Sorry, my love—

—thank you, Jesus—

EAT MY COCK.

That's much better.

You are evil!

Now I'm a superstar DJ (DJ)

Everybody wants to be my friend (no new friends)

Now I think back on the old days (old days)

Nobody could even lend a hand

Now everybody want a hand out (hand out)

But I guess I gotta put my foot down

Making hella money, I'm a cash cow

Call me a show stopper, draw a big crowd

I'm a King, they put me in a big crown

But I still stay sober, I don't drink Crown

Royal, I am royalty, they now down

I hate my ex Annie, she a loud mouth loud mouth

Now—

I'm a superstar

DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

Now—

“Wow!” I'm a superstar

DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

Now I am a superstar DJ

DJ is essentially “the bad Dillon Francis”,

Lol how are we still writing about him.

Idk, fuck it.

48 hours from now, I could find you

48 hours from now,

I just might--

48 hours from now, I'll remind you

How many times I've died

How many times i've found the light;

How many times ive been confided in,

Guiding all my

All my

All my--

objective//subjective

I am love.

You're counting cards,

I'm counting calories,

I love to dream, it's just a fantasy

i need to find the other half of me

To make this life and start a family

(a family.)

I woke up at 1:15 (again)

At 1:15 (Again)

At 1:15 (again

I woke up at 1:15

His eyes are green;

Her eyes are green

What does this mean?

Slit my wrists

Bite my tongue

It's been this way sinceI was yung

I give my life

I give my blood

I'll rest when every song is sung

I love my bed way more than my mom loves me,

It is wrong, is it wrong; and again--

Should I worry?

INSTRUMENTAL |__________________|LEAD VOCALS|________________| Backup Vocals

Lover-Son-Brother

Bound and shackled,

Sewn with silver strands

I am

Now i'm bobbin anw weavin like bobby and whitney

Believe it

I'm leavin

Some friends for a season

And some shouldn't have even

Make like a tree and leave, then

Now i'm posted up at the 4 seasons

Reading grievances from people just like me

Believe it

Alien Abduction

Automatic Writing

Confabulation

Satanic Ritual Abuse

John Locke

George Tobias

Ludwig Sachs

Solomon Shereshevsky

Photisms

...what the fuck kind of poem is that?

Singapore

Slovakia

Romania

Turkey

Mexico

Uzbekistan

Guatemala

Ecuador

Luxembourg

Indonesia

Francis Galton

Hanzel One Deeper 7:00 “I am going to hypnotize you.”

Vanish the black

Burn the blue

Bury the beige

_think pink

I eat a lot,

When my life is in shambles

I could be rambling on,

I took a gamble;

I've still got sand on my sandals

scandalous fact is,

I could trade Dillon for Dallas

or fears for a fallacy,

Figure a fantasy land

for an accurate answer

(But I haven't one)

Haven't yet mastered the dance

Goddammit.

I told you, watch the landing!

It's my thighs! They're too fat!

They're just right.

Maybe for fighting, but-

But what?

Ugh! [C'esme't storms off in frustration]

The dance is first–the fight comes after!

Well, what good is one without the other?

There is no “one” without “the other”.

I hate him, anyway.

Sure you do.

…I want to.

Everybody wants to.

Some really do.

You think so.

Kendrick Style Flow

Don't key my car:

You'll be callin collect!

I got rearview mirrors in the back of my head

Don't get up right now, son–

Go back to bed

I got kids all over,

be pulling my leg!

Luke, I am your Father!

Oh My

Oh My God

On top of the Watchlist

You make money off dope;

I made it on craigslist

Still be sniffin that coke

But now i'm on A list

I'm the greatest

Ey Miss!

I missed too many calls

(Airplane Mode)

I just started my day

(Whole Workload)

I might need a buffet

(Like Whole Foods)

Sashe, Pas De Bourre

(That's a code word)

No dance floor?
Now you're done for

My forte

Four-to-the-floor

Hardcore

I drop bass on the encore

Front row won't go

But i'm already out the front door

You don't know

I just hopped inside the helicopter,

or chopper, chopped broccoli in my cup

That's supper;

Sleep/ Wake then

Surf's up

In the morning

When i got there

(Coastal show,

Shower,

Then another club

Encore

Front row lined up

I'm already at the front door

They want more

I'm too sore, for sure

Off subject,

I dropped in

Harder than Paulie

On my surfboard

(Another code word)

This is my world:

Another club,

Then I'm off for a monday

Or somethin'

Write another song

At the buffet

–Tales of a Superstar DJ

Amen.

Fuck! I didn't even get to watch desperate housewives!

Don't fuck with her! She's a trained assassin!

GET ON THE GROUND.

NO!

GET ON THE GROUND– OR I WILL SHOOT YOU!

SO?

IF I SHOOT YOU, YOU WILL DIE.

OK?

“OK”? YOU WILL DIE.

YEAH, AND?

Kind of frustrating hunting down somebody who already has a deathwish.

What do you do with someone who has no fear of death.

Give them life.

I'm telling you, we probably shouldn't be doing this.

*shrugs*

You split yourselves into two entirely separate individuals at once, just so you could see whose dick is longer?

Technically, three entirely separate individuals.

THIS ISN'T FAIR.

Do you ever think?

Sometimes, but it's usually pretty gross.

I mean about the implications of these things!

You are the implications of these things! I split my soul ONE time into 8 BILLION or so individuals, before this even had happened.

WOAH, WHAT HAPPENED.

I'm giving you planetary confinement.

What.

You–can stay here. On this planet.

No.

It's racist–and primitive.

No–

And you're black.

Please–

I'm leaving.

–don't–

–and i'm taking your portal gun with me.

YOU PUT A PORTAL ON MY FACE?!

Genius.

Incredible.

I didn't think it would be a big deal.

He has two!

Okay, time for work.

But i didn't even sl–

Coffee.

Ouh.

…

…

—

I don't think we should be doing this

TIA

We probably shouldn't.

TAMERA

We very much shouldn't.

What are you guys doing.

Nothing.

SHh.

Summoning the devil.

It's not the devil.

It might be.

Hush.

Is that a pentagram.

Technically it's a star, with a circle around it.

That's a pentagram.

It's not a pentagram!

Is that a ouiji board?

NO.

Yes.

Let me see.

Ugh!

I wanna help.

MEANWHILE.

MORGAN FREEMAN enters an empty train car:

Oh God, This.

Yes it is!

What!? Are you dead!

Entirely empty, that is–besides SUPACREE.

No, you are!

Great, so you're dead!

I'm–not dead.

Is Bob Saget with you?

I'm not DEAD.

What about Fraiser?

What?

Kelsey Grammer!

God rest his soul.

SEE!

I'm not dead–

[beat, an eerie shadowy silence in the dimly lit traincar]

I'm a Legend.

What.

I wrote that/

You wrote that.

What.

Ugh. Look. Morgan Freeman.

[Morgan Freeman]

I–am–like a paranoid schizophrenic, or something–

So, who isn't?!

It might be catatonic, I don't know–I got this whole dead-hand–thing–going on.

What is that?

I don't know. It might just be too much deadmau5.

I don't understand.

No, Morgan Freeman. I don't understand. Anything about this life. Or this world.

The fourth dimension.

I definitely don't know anything about that.

You're in it.

Whatever. Look.

[Morgan Freeman]

God, you have so many freckles.

[Morgan Freeman]

Look. I got problems.

We all do!

Nah, not like–Hollywood problems, I'm like, a real psycho and shit.

Sounds like Hollywood.

Everything sounds like Hollywood–because nothing is real anymore–everything is for the gram, the points don't matter–nothing actyally matters. At all.

Oh?

Oh.

The train comes to a sudden halt, the lights dim theatrically.

Not even this?

[pause]

He holds out a strange object; a golden necklace, which begins to change in appearance–morphing between a medallion, as seen throughout the seasons, and into other integral objects from throughout the series; a small golden pinata;

You know who gave it to me?

…Who?

Got ya.

He holds out a strange object; a golden necklace, which begins to change in appearance–morphing between a medallion, as seen throughout the seasons, and into other integral objects from throughout the series; a small golde pinata ;

Fuck dude, i'm too tired to write this.

But you kind of have to.

I mean i don't have to.

YOU HAVE TO.

I–WHAT?

YOU HAVE TO DO IT.

WHY.

BECAUSE OTHERWISE I DON'T EVEN EXIST;

Then don't exist…

I'M JUST A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN YOUR SHOW.

Come on Drew, knock it off.

Wait, is this Drew Carey, or Barrymore.

Either or. That's why I didn't write the characters name.

Well, which is it?

It literally doesn't matter.

Yes it does.

Honestly?! It could be both! We just shoot it with both and keep whichever one we like better!

But how do we know which is actually “better?”

Just do it and mix it–cut it up together or something–I don't know! Cut takes! Cut Takes!

Ooh, did someone say CUPCAKES.

Don't mind if i DO.

Well, I do!

Why?! What's wrong?!

Yeah! What's the big deal!

I'm on a gluten free-thing

Oh yeah?

Keto. Or someshit. I don't know.

Oh.

Oh.

So you don't want these

No, I don't.

And you wouldn't mind if I–

Come on, man.

So Good.

Grow up.

Hey man, i'm pushin 40.

Well, I pushed 40–and it pushed back. Get your cupcakes out of my face.

You're no fun.

Hey! Aren't you that one guy from rick and morty.

Formerly.

Oh yeah! That's right! You were Rick AND Morty.

Hence the name.

Wow.

Phewf. I heard about that.

Yeah, me too.

Sounds real bad, how that turned out.

Such a shame.

Speaking of shame–

You're speaking, I'm snacking.

That's not that clever.

We'll work on it The point is, he's eating the cupcakes.

That's not–wait a minute–hold on.

What now?

How are we ever gonna get these three guys in a room together.

[Meanwhile, in another dimension–these three are tied up (read: bound and gagged) in a room together.

–Let alone to agree to this!?

SUPACREE removes the gag from the man's [JOSH PECK'S] mouth.

I DO NOT CONSENT TO THIS.

That's what she said!

Hey! That's not fair! I was never caught up in a scandal!

The key word, I believe, is “never caught”

That's two words!

SHUTTHEFUCKUP. How many words is that?

I WANT MY LAWYER!!!!

For what? This isn't court. Wouldn't you want the police first?

WELL THEN, I WANT THE POLICE.

The Police are here.

Wait, they are?

Oh, thank God

Not so fast.

THE POLICE enter with full entourage.

Introducing: The Police–playing their number one greatest smash hit!

Groupies: Woooo!

STING

I hope you ladies bought the meet-and-greet package, if you know what I mean. *winks awkwardly* You know what I mean.

Oh my God.

Since you dudes love doing creepy dude shit, I brought some more notoriously creepy dudes to sing the literally creepiest song ever written about being a creepy dude.

That's not fair.

But it's funny.

THE POLICE Begin to play ‘I'll be Watching You”

–and they're gonna play it on loop until I get back with your other-dimensional selves so we can fix all this.

“WE”

“FIX ALL THIS”

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?

Nobody seems to know.

“--I'll be watching you–”

I was FRAMED.

CUT TO

golden pocket watch, a wrist watch, a compass–it changes and morphs so quickly that it begins to seem to spin time itself into a whirlwind, until finally a portal opens up from within his hand–a portal which quickly devours him entirely, morphing him into

Fuck, what the fuck happened after that?

Idk I got off the train I guess

This is really terribly written

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