They own everything .

Everything?

I'm saying—

Everything.

Wow. NBC and Coca Cola, huh. Nice wager.

Whatever, I still haven't been paid yet.

Exactly.

There that bitch go.

Aha. Caught ya red handed!

Or green handed

Whatever— just

Let's drop a house on this hoe.

Facts.

What kind of house?

Idk? Make it like a duplex?

How many stories;

At least 3;

At least

And a basement.

Correct.

Just make sure she end up under that hoe.

[a house drops on the wicked witch of the west.

Or was it the east?

I'm pretty sure it was the west

I miss California

Go back, then.

I— am trying.

YO.

Yoooo. What happened.

They dropped a house on my ass.

Ah, damn. Is that where we at?

For sure, dis a whole ass house up in here.

Facts, bro.

Dis a nice house.

Hell yeah it is.

But oh, shit—

[the witch is barefooted]

Yo ruby slippers is gone, bruh!

Fuck them Ruby slippers, man! I got a house!

I own property in this BITCH.

Fo sho— where we at, tho?

PANORAMIC VIEW OF LOS ANGELES.

WE OUT WEST.

AAAAAAHHHHHH SHIT.

Call the homies.

You're not green anymore!

I was never “green”

It was just a skin condition I picked up

All that broomstick flyin around

Damn.

Facts.

Yo, order some pizza.

Alllllrrrriiiiiiiigghhhhhjt.

[THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST HOSTS A HOUSE PARTY IN THE HOLLYWOOD HILLS]

Giggidy!

Who the fuck is this fool?

I don't know.

I don't know what day it is;

I have sex with aliens.

We've been playing games forever

Nothing changes, names or weather

I used to get the tens,

And be on one,

So if two is four,

Two fifteens, two fifteens

I don't want to mean to mean you

Didn't mean to be mean, but I meant what I said

When I said what I meant

About you,

So now I go south,

For the winter

South, till the sun comes out again

South, East these days it ain't easy to forget you

Dreaming of the west coast

What's the dose for lost love?

I might never know how to take it;

The hard way, I guess

Or dark, like my coffee

The coffin's open

Did you want to join?

A double wide, for the shoe that fits

The soul that grasps

And the sole that holds

An awkward foot

Two for two,

Or four, for free

And I adore you, but

Double down on your thoughts

Two tens used to take me somewhere,

Who knows though

Now I fly south for the winter

Knowing I might never come home

It could be a targeted attack from the whites.

that's fair, but still it might help.

It will help, but only temporarily.

Who knows

I do.

Please never say those two words next to each other ever again.

Noted.

I don't see any difference either way,

No dissalusion, just indirection, in fact

I've lost the infection and the undertones in my own dissonance, and everything seems distant

Establishing dependence in intellogstions,

I'd be gracious if you presented this

Impending tragedy, rather as a…

Message, sent

I thought you were my best friend

Missed connections

I thought you were a bottle of my favorite elixir

Dear, it doesn't make any different at all

It doesn't make any difference at all

If you can't play it

Play it out, nice

Brush strokes,

Put the spokes on the back wheel,

Just so everything is real

(It isn't)

Indifference in a nutshell is

Irreverence and irrelevance

It's hell, isn't it,

If all the good girls are in it,

Or going there

Where are you?

Somehow lost focus, reworked for greatness and

I just realized I can't do this anymore

I can't do this anymore

I can't do this anymore;

I can't stand it

I'll call Matt lauer

What! Why?!

What for.

Because he's Matt Lauer!

What!

He'll know what to do.

[mattress flying through the air]

KEVIN HART

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo—

{Enter The Multiverse}

This is a house of cards;

You know it's a house of cards, right?

This is a house of cards;

I know it's a house of cards, right?

This is my house of cards;

I know it's a house of cards, right.

{Enter The Multiverse}

What up.

I'm a walking pile of words.

That's Hot.

Is it?

Ehhh…

Two Jews walk into a bar.

Oh, come on.

—the problem is when they walked in, it was the 1930's.

Yikes.

Now when is it?

NEW YORK CITY. MODERN DAY.

[unintelligible Yiddish]

{Enter The Multiverse}

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