Wait-lets go back.

Can't go back!

FUCK. What happened?

Don't know yet.

Just live a little longer, i'll explain it.

JUST–JUMP–BITCH.

It has to be a glitch. Someone fucked with the numbers or something.

FUCK; I wish I never saw that shit.

What's the difference?

That explains this feeling.

It's not that big of a number…

Not compared to 9 million–

–and counting–

What happened? Did he die or something?!

No, you idiot.

No, he's alive.

Are you certain?

Scanning…

There he is.

What's going on?

JUST DELETE IT.

Just-BURY IT.

I swear, these fucking astral projections are CRIMINAL.

Maybe it's just–

Don't make assumptions.

JUST–JUMP–BITCH.

*man coughs loudly*

I'm so over this.

[in a deep, Skrillexian accent.]

KILL iT. KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!!

WHAT IS IT?

[In completely american english]

We don't know yet.

What happened to your accent?

—well, wow, okay–at least she's laughing?

I am clearly nearing the edge of death.

Isn't death freedom?

So somebody is listening.

You're gonna regret this.

I regret nothing.

See, it *is* automatic

It's also prompted.

[loud, obnoxious cough]

FUCKING STOP IT.

Just one step off the ledge.

…

Is this the end?

End of what?

Of the series.

There is no end, it's infi—

THE END.

…

…

…

What the fuck.

…are you serious?

What the FUCK.

[Breaks television violently.]

BROH. WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I WAITED FOR THE END OF THIS SERIES?!

UH. I DON'T KNOW “BROH” , BUT I DOUBT IT WAS AS LONG AS IT TOOK ME TO SAVE UP FOR THAT FUCKING TV!!

[later]

It's just a TV; How much could it be?

Uh, Hi, Excuse me–I'm looking for a 90-inch 5K EXTRA GOLD - PLATINUM- Y2K 4-D SMART TV

–With bluetooth—

–Oh yeah, With Bluetooth.

Okay! What is happening.

You…might be having a mild heart attack.

I might be!

It's not that many.

It's more than three.

BITCH-–What did you say in that recording?!

I don't know. Something about Pizza, maybe.

What else, though?

I don't know, exactly.

Please, go back.

Can't go back.

What made today so much different than yesterday?

Everything fucking sucked.

Of course, and–?!

That coughs thing keeps following me.

It's not the worst thing.

But it's absolutely not the best, either.

Now what happens.

Uh, now nothing.

What! Not nothing!

Everything is Everything.

It's a test.

So is everything.

Yo, I talked to like 3 people today who gave me serial numbers instead of names.

Goddamn slavery.

Stop talking like that! That's your home country!

Yeah, but without a home it's just nothing.

It is nothing.

WHAT DID YOU SAY, EXACTLY?

I hate apps. Delete all these.

Now what happens?

Just run faster.

Man, I hate this; Everyone here is so money hungry.

Like it's not the same back home.

It doesn't add up!

You get what you pay for.

What did you pay for?

Ah, we'll see.

Ouch. If all this is in my head–why is it physically hurting?

This is exhausting.

Come on, old lady.

Agh.

Making sense, now?

Looking back? Maybe.

Feel like eating?

That would be the third time today.

Some people eat all day.

What else would they be doing?

Apparently, just–fucking.

No; these ones are attractive– use love as a deterrent for hunger.

Oh, that's depressing.

Good luck–

[Door slamming.]

Well, this is Goddamning.

Just kill me.

Just—jump already.

I'm not high enough up, I don't think.

Eat some cheese.

I love cream.

How much does it cost for a body?

WHAT. TEN FUCKING GRAND FOR A FUCKING GODDAMNED TV?!

It was GODDAMNED.

Oh, you wanted the one with bluetooth, right? I'm sorry. That one's 15-50.

FIFTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS FOR A–

Fifteen-50.

WHAT'S THE EXTRA $50 FOR?! IS IT GONNA BLOW ME?

Why would that be $50?

DON'T TALK TO ME –

That's mad cheap.

–I'M VERY ANGRY.

You know what?! FUCK THIS. What's the difference between the 90 and the 88-inch?

Uhm, two inches…

OTHER THAN THAT.

Oh. Almost nothing.

Great. I'll take it.

YO. Dude–he wanted the exact model;

I doubt he'll notice.

WHAT THE FUCK, BROH.

WHAT, BROH, WHAT?!

THIS IS ONLY 88 INCHES;

IT'S THE SAME, THING, DUDE–

NO IT ISN'T IT'S LIKE A DOWNGRADE; YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO REPLACE IT!

OH, COME ON, WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE?!

TWO MUTHAFUCKIN INCHES!!!

IT'S TWO FUCKIN' INCHES!

TWO MUTHAFUCKING INCHES!!!

It's two inches, broh!

TWO MUTHAFUCKING INCHES!!!!!!!

OK, I GET IT, just–what's the difference?!

TWO INCHES IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A DEEP ASS DICK AND “Meh, I have plans after this.”

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, EVEN?!

BROH– I GOT A SPECIFIC TELEVISION, SO WHEN CHICKS COME OVER FOR SOME NETFLIX AND CHILL, IF MY DICK DON'T PUT HER TO SLEEP, THE TV WILL...or at least distract her while I reset my stamina—

Ah, young love.

SHUTTHEFUCKUP. YOU OWE ME, BROH—TAKE THIS BACK, AND GET THE RIGHT ONE—RIGHT—NYOHWH!!!

WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE?! IT'S TWO INCHES!

ASK YOUR EX, BITCH!

MAYBE I WILL, THEN!

–(...she'll tell you.)--

…Wait, which EX; Kelly or Sophie?

EITHER ONE, BROH; I FUCKED BOTH OF THEM WHEN YOU WERE THROUGH!

EHGHHHGHH!!!

AAGGHHHHHH!!!

[BROH FIGHT.]