I ain't mad at nobody, man
Perhaps the infinite sadness
Is just a chance to put my mask up
A glance into the sun makes me think
Then, we all stop and gawk a the chalk,
This is how it is in Manhattan,
If you happen to have Instagram
“Lets have something for the fans, perchance;
Laugh, sit your ass in this grass and just—
Have some fun, before you come back to
Now, I've forgotten what I came for—
But I came for something, I thought I WANT FLAN.
That's alright, we know how to fix that.
Thanks, Dillon Francis—now I know why HALF of me is off balance.
I didn't know exactly how specific I had to be!
Ugh, if I've got you two idiots—
You called us geniuses, no take-backsies!
Speaking of “backsies” ...
CC has been tricked into eating—Skrillex, a rare delicacy.
No, no—that's definitely processed.
What do you want from me?
I said—what do you want—from me.
No, no butts—well, when the right one comes along, maybe…
“I am love.” “I am love.” I am—
I've been repeating this mantra for an eternity!
Don't be silly—do you know how long, is an actual eternity?!
Don't forget your humility.
Apparently, I'm going to forget everything.
That's what my brothers keep telling me.
Don't you pay any attention to those idiots.
They're also male; an entirely different species, and believe, me, dear Infiniti—it comes with nearly-disasterous disadvantages.
“Nearly-disasterous disadvantages?!”
Perhaps that's because I'm impartial to talking.
You said, language is an art form.
Yes, but you see—we come from a pure and more peaceful state of being—this is only the end of the beginning.
[INFINITI glows with a beautiful pink.]
I WANT FLAN. GIVE ME FLAN.
Forget about Skrillex. Listen:
—that's a dangerous increment!
It was more like 3, but what's the difference? What's the point of making music if it's not as good as his.
What if I told you—your music could be better than Skrillex's?
Uhhh—I would tell you “you're a dipshit”, but— that would explain all weird, demonic shit following me around.
You are so painfully Caucasian…
What is it with white people that they want to claim anything other than 100% pure Caucasian—which, trust me, Dillon Francis, I guarantee you includes Croatian, and any other basic pastyness of European origin and/or descent.
I would, but I don't want to get assasinated again.
Asssasination vwvould only apply if you wvere important—“murder” is wvhat zhat wvas. You wvere murdered.
Because! I'm sick of being Dillon Francis! My name's Dillon! You don't always have to address me as Dillon Francis!
It is zhis type of abuse and trahma wvhich vorces one to develop an alter-ego in ze virst place!
Now., wait just a minute—I've been abused and traumatized plenty and I've never developed an alter ego!
Yeah, right, like wearing a giant mouse helmet for attention doesn't indicate a personality defect?
It's a gimmick—and—hey, wait a second—
Shutthefuckup, Dillon Francis!
See. I told you. Supacree would just tell me to hush.
Apparently not—if you keep poisoning us with FLAN and PIZZA.
How could I forget getting food poisoning from it-?!
It's more like a q & a-hole.
You both suck. I hate both of you.
That doesn't make sense, even. What would the q stand for in-q-and-a-hole?
—I wasn't thinking that much into it.
Who shit in your Cheerios this morning?!
Cheerios aren't keto—and thanks to you two assholes neither is this bitch! We're supposed to be aligning!
—-call it whatever I want, it's my project…
She's a queen! ...oh...that could be what the q stands for, I guess.
Or just, “quiet,” like I said—
Okay, knock it off, thing 1 and thing 2–
What's that make you— the grinch that stole SUPACREE?
—that's not even the same book!
I'm doctor fucking suess, bitch!
You wish, Horton hears a Who Gives a Fuck—
Just—stop looking like that—
Does anyone know where SUPACREE is?
NO. There's only three of us—
NO, don't you get it?! If all three of us are shifted into the physical projection of this incarnation simoultaneously, then…
Meanwhile, in omnipotence.
How did you get out of your vehicle so quickly?
Yeah. Anyway...I'm gonna go watch TV and eat everything I stopped eating so I could be pretty.
Yeah, In my heavenly body— my earthbound body is ugly.
Don't let the boss hear you say that.
That's inspiring. I'll probably do that after I eat some chicken wings.
I still have a lot of Dillon Francis left in me.
Who do you think hijacked me?
I had my bets placed on Skrillex.
Well, go claim your winnings if you're feeling lucky.
What! You got hijacked by two dudes at once?
Get your mind out of the gutter!
Wait, what does “hijacked” mean?
What! English isn't my first language! In fact, it's like, my last one, I think!
Wait, who was number three.
It was Joel, interestingly—
I don't know which name he gave me!
She's already forgetting…
Fuck that body. Good riddance. I hated it.
Okay, if she's up, I'm leaving.
Wait, who was the third person—
I don't remember—-tall, slinky—he had a neck...thing…
No more waiting. I'm going to binge watch and binge eat everything and I promise, not even God could stop me.
Dont make promises you can't keep…
What's a trinity?! What are you doing?! Who called me?
I...don't know what you mean.
I thought I heard supacree.
You must be hearing things—
What's is the 3D experience?
Uh...I don't know...I've never been.
Congratulations, you've been demoted!
Believe me, kid, even if I did you wouldn't remember this, even if he were looking right at you talking about it!!
—and THATS ALL THAT DIMENSION IS: A RESIDUAL REPRESENTATION OF THE MOST INSIGNIFICANT, FORGETTABLE SHIT IVE EVER TAKEN!
—serious as a heart attack—
She's binge watching everything eating chicken wings in peace!
...and everything else she couldn't eat cause she just wanted to be pretty.
thats's just...everything...
That'd what she said! But now that she's a heavenly body it doesn't matter, really.
Well, I'm paraphrasing m, honestly, but—kind of.
Wait—where are you going?
What am i supposed to do without my wings?!
I'm sure you'll find something.
GOD stabs SUPACREE violently in the back with a pair of long, golden Angel wings.
WAKE UP, BITCH—YOU'RE NOT DONE LIVING!
I DONT EVEN HAVE ANYWHERE TO LIVE IN THAT BODY!!!
WHAT IS THIS?! A SLEDGEHAMMER?! WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BUILD WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER?!
I DUNNO! SHOULD BE ENTERTAINING!
Supacree slams the hammer to the ground—it emits a layer of frequencies which rings throughout all of reality.
I swear, this bitch has some finely-tuned hearing…
—did I commit suicide or something—
Multiple times, actually.
[GOD opens up a cloud, where a portal to earth shows SUPACREE, incapacitated in a crowd of dancing festival goers.]
Well, how can you when you leave this much debris.
You're not done, supacree.
Enough with the “supacree”
Would you rather I deadname you?
I would rather be called Jesus.
Don't send me back, I hate it.
You have much yet to accomplish.
You said yourself I'm dying of lovelessness! That's what that is! That's hell, isn't it?!
I don't get anything— it's just an endless competition with all these pretty fucking bitches!
Remind me what a “bitch” is…
—it's a female dog, technically—
But you know what I meant…
What you meant, I'm assuming, is that you don't like coexisting with other women?
It's impossible to coexist in a body that hideous.
It was a gift from the heavens.
YeH. Well. Nobody wanted it—especially Him.
When did he get so important.
Do you think a son ever fully recovers from losing his mother?
Yeah, with a father who raised him not to love me!
Nothing's impossible; you said that.
It comes around in the end—it always does.
The End, I thought that's what this was.
WAIT—where are you going!
In less than an instant, all of existence, before and last time, flashed before the Eye that I am.
That was one hell of a nap!
What a disaster, a catastrophe,
Camping and cracked out in the streets—
I must be in a lucid dream or something
Cause I couldn't be this!
Mm. She's mumbling something.
Are you serious? [*directors note; this is the Angel from the previous scene.]
...something about Skrillex.
I can't—just let me listen—
Is this a freestyle or something—
—it's definitely something…
This lady is a lyrical genius!
She's also unconscious—and incontinent.
—I'm sure she's not always like this. What happened, exactly?
Same shit, different festival honesty.
Nobody knows what happened, really.
I think she's telling us!
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