[A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Menorah] (2024)

“The Legend of Supacree”

L E G E N D S

“Tales of A Superstar DJ”

My body is my hell

My body is my hell My body is myhel

Now i do't wanna live no more

My body is my hell

Now I don't wanna love no more

i don't wanna live no more

I don't wanna love no more

I don't wanna live no more

I don't wanna love no more

I don't wanna live no more

I don't wanna–

Boy gets the girl–

but in the end, i'm not either, I

Still have to wonder why

The nanny

How I met yurr' Mother

I'm neve gonna get all that God magic I need if I don't stop working.

This isn't “work”

Oh, yes it is.

Deadmau5, a canadian DJ also known as Joel Zimmerman, hosts an anti-superbowl Star Wars Party, which turns unexpect—

Look at me, feeling me, feeling you

Now look at you, feeling you feeling me

Feeling you feeling me

Feeling me feeling you

Feeling you feeling

–sorry.

—Unexpectedly into the “superbowl party of the century”, when hundreds (eventually thousands)

of “invitees”

I've never been a man before, (that I know of)

But ive got my hand over your heart ,

And it sure seems hard

It sure seems hard

-AHEM.

Sorry.

Receive an invitation via

[SUPER JEW RABBI]

AHEM

What?!

–Email, which was actually

AHEM.

WHAT! Oh My GoD!

[Looks at clock]

Oh. sorry Rabbi.

When did you get to be such a Jew

FLASHBACK

Age: 12

Mom. I want a dreidel.

…What's a dreidel?

–And A Menorah!

CUT BACK TO

But honestly more recently, it was–

[Stops traffic in Midtown Manhattan Rushour to pick up a penny.]

[Jewish woman]

Woooow.

[JEWLUMINATTI]

You see! I told you!

Oh my God, why are the Jews in this series so stereotypically jewish?

Because Jews are stereotypically Jewish.

FLASHBACK:

But what am I really saving here.

Gevault!

CUT BACK TO:

YOU'RE A PEANUT BUTTER JELLy SaNDWHICH WITH NO PEANUT BUTTER AND NO JELLY.

So just bread?

–yes.

But–[Anime sword swish] I don't eat bread. [Anymore]

[FIGHT]

Dang what DJ battle is THIS.

The One You've Been Waiting For

Mad men

avatar the last air bender

Grounded for life

So how long's this whole thing supposed to take.

–as long as it takes.

What kind of answer is that.

It's an answer.

Don't be so sure of yourself.

I am sure of myself; Just because it's not the answer you wanted doesnt make it any less of an answer. Now, sit down

Watch out, and watch this:

Too many apps on my phone

I'm better off alone

I'd better kill myself

Nobody will ever love me

Watch out, watch this:

My iPhone is trying to kill me,

For real?

See;

It's natural selection

I'm trying to unselect me

Caviar, a delicacy

How delishish

The devil in me says to keep digging my grave

I was once at a rave,

And he gave me a halo

A lion, I'm brave— I once said

Spin it,

Spin back the record again

If it's all in my head

Then I'm better off dead

I'm better off dead

Watch this!

@Dillon Francis

I'm stuck in a trance—

Hanzel was lighting the candle

And summoned me,

Out of a dead sleep,

With no pants on—

It was a tech house set

But I'm on acid

Spinning an axis

And stuck in a state of trance

—i thought it was armin van buren at one point

I have to give up at some point, writing, right?

Now this is just point in history

Point me away from the misery

Mystery flavor is like

Fruit punch,

Or raspberry—

Something like that,

If you ask me;

But white as the rabbit I pulled out the hat

In the back seat

I'm hatching a plan to go mad,

But I need the recepits from Pasqualle for my taxes

What the f*ck does that mean?

I don't know;

I'll read this In a year,

When I unbury it

Maybe I married my best friend,

Deserved to get hit

So I'm just going back to him

Scratch that, he's mad at me

I have no family

Reckless abandonment

God I'm attracted to everything

Except for that

See? She's racist.

No, it's my ovaries!

The lighter you are, the less the adversity

I see you eyes turned to grey;

Don't abandon me

Yes, I wear contacts

I'm faking attractive

I laughed at him, had to

He actually had magic

@Dillon Francis

How many hats to you have?

Thanks to Hanzel, I'm back on this planet

Why light a candle, when you know I haven't an answer;

What did you ask?

No, i haven't had breakfast yet —

Thanks for reminding me I'm in a casket

Goddamnit

@Dillon Francis

What are you?

I'm an adversary

GOOGLE:

adversary

..???

ad·ver·sar·y

/ˈadvərˌserē/

noun

one's opponent in a contest, conflict, or dispute.

Hmm.

Oh.

Opponent to what?!

Could be anything, really.

I don't like him…

2 for $

MIX AND MATCH

INCLUDES BIG KING

REALLY.

Which one's the Big King?

The little one, I think.

He's not little

In fact:

LOOK AT EM.

Dawh. Look at Skrillex.

Dawg. Look at Skrillex.

He bossed up.

He was already boss.

Well. He Sauced up, then.

What kind of sauce is that?!

I don't know, but looks like Dillon Francis is eating it.

DILLON FRANCIS IS EATING IT

pause.

How am I still writing this show.

She doesn't eat?

She hasn't eaten.

She doesn't eat.

I haven't ate yet!

BET.

OK—Bet.

Nice.

Sick.

What are we betting.

…

WAIT.

,,,

josh pan?

…

Did you unpause?

Unpause what?

Uh. The game.

This is the game.

No, the game.

This is the game!

What are you talking about?!!

Now I'm famous>

This is The Game.

sup.

This is Sunni Blū

Sup.

It is?!

Yea it is.

Wait, it is?! I thought you were the kidd??

I am the kidd.

Then, why is The Game meeting Sunnï Blu?

For a collab. Duh.

Wait. Pause.

QUIT PRESSING PAUSE.

Wait. Go back. I didn't get that last part.

WE WATCHED IT A HUNDRED TIMES ALREADY.

Screw you. We're watching it again.

Ugh!

I hate this!

Dude. I hate watching this with you. It takes 3 hours to watch an episode!

You guys are talking over all the good parts!

It's all the good parts!

This sh*t's exciting.

I'm defaulting.

What?

This isn't—this isn't fair. I'm not doing this.

What?!

It isn't safe anymore.

It was never “safe”

SAFE!

Oh nice. Baseball.

It is baseball.

Who's playing?

All the DJs.

What. For what?!

It's the DJ GAMES.

THE DJ GAMESsssssssss

ITS THE DJ GAMES!

OH f*ck YEAH.

I f*ck this. I quit.

what. You can't quit.

I can quit. I just did.

You can't quit the DJ games.

I just did.

But you can't.

I just did.

Hey.

Hey, what's up.

I'm gonna be late.

What's going on?

My bus driver's drunk.

Are you sure?

CITY BUS DRIFTING IN SLOW MOTION

/Hans Zimmer Music

Yes.

Welhp.

What.

That's it. I'm just gonna have to kill myself.

Why, what happened?

I'm pretty sure that's the only way to beat this level.

What, really? Nah.

I'm pretty sure

Let me see.

*SUPACREE jumps into oncoming traffic*

YOU DIED.

Aww. I died.

WHAT THE f*ck.

Well, you said.

GAME OVER

[fade to black]

I HAD NO LIVES LEFT.

WELL, YOU SAID!

THATS'S NOT THE WAY TO—

[fade to white]

NEW LEVEL UNLOCKED:

GOD MODE

OOOHHHHHHHH.

WHAT?!

LVL i - DREAMSTATE

What is this.

SUPACREE.

I— what? Hello?

Follow me.

Who is this?

I know you.

Oh. The above and beyond part.

That's funny. I was just—

So wait. If the end of this episode, is the end of that movie, then…

I guess whatever's happening about now is whatever happened before that part.

What part?

I, having run off from I, runs into a forest alongside The Endless River, which opens out into a beautiful meadow, the micolored cosmic sky twinkling sweetly above, strange auroras dancing in the skies; a field of glowing and stardusted singing wishflowers at her feet, she frustratingly falls into them, soft grass puffing with the twinkling sounds of fairy dust and sprites (a homage to the lion king) the wishflowers softly sing her to sleep with the subtle and sweet frequencies of Skrillex. (A homage to the wizard of Oz)

From Above & Beyond, a flock of Cosmic Creatures in flight spot a golden glimmer from afar; they descend dimensions-- to get a closer look; Closing in on the universe within the confines of a massive structure, which propels itself seamlessly through galaxies faster than the speed of light and sound, though she appears as a large golden space station, slowly drifting through the atmosphere. Manned by yet unseen beings, the golden ship descends upon Skrillex, almost silentl— a swishing whir as the ship, more similar to a futuristic building, an ovaline rounded structure seemingly structured in brass, gold, and silver as it docks to the soft soil of planetary terrain. The landing is soft enough not to have awaken Ū, still sleeping; but an immense light pours from the openings of the ship, waking her--and blinding Sonny as he finally approaches from behind, having been searching for her. She is drawn into the light; he shields his eyes as the beings emerge from their massive station.

Monologue/Montage

I fell in love with you...it was an accident.

I fell in love with you, because I had to; I hadn't thought about it before, but i've been thinking about it ever since.

Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, we wouldn't have come face-to-face…

Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, I'd have no reason to write something so pathetic as this, pititul letter, which you will probably never read.

Probably, anyway.
I've spent a majority of my lifetime very deeply troubled, yearning for all the attention one could ever crave--until suddenly, I no longer craved any at all.

Solitude, rather than isolation, became sacred, and safe to me;

It was in the solace and quiet of my very own world, that you entered my kingdom...and it became ‘ours'.

Silence. Nature. Astrology.

My greatest found pleasures, in a cavalcade of endless self-doubt, self-loathing...a tiresome collection of all the hatred I've harbored for myself in my twenty-something years.

I fell in love with you...I didn't mean to.

I didn't mean to do anything, except be.

Another festival, another escapade...another chance to dance, in the sunlight--the moonlight, under stars…

And under the stars, is where I was forced to find you.

Now, it seems, can't escape your presence--or lack-thereof.

Unrequited? Perhaps. But, not unprovoked.

I love you because it is in me to do so.

I will always love you, always.

There is a world where you're in love with me, as I am you;

All I can do now, is hope that this is that same very world, and that as days go by, we draw closer to one-another, rather than further apart.

In truth, friendship, in the very least, would serve as a worthy reward...for all the worry, all the wonder, and all the willing I've done for you; in honesty...I'm ashamed in my inability to let go--yet also proud, that I am able to love this much, this hard.

To see you with someone else, now, would be a gentle relief; to know that you are kept in love, with graciousness...a subtle gift, an answer to a prayer I asked.

Loneliness, I wouldn't wish upon you for anything--love is, in fact, my whole wish for you--be it mine, or not. While I can wish that it will be mine, I've also wished for you, the very best--I would want not for my flaws to burden you.

Flaws are what create our perfection;

God is, as I am.

Losing you, the flame of fear that set my heart and soul to fire;

Cancerous, weakened, plagued--premonitions impolitely penetrated my fragile, eggshell mind…

the death of a friend, fast-forwarded and reflected into my mind's-eye;

How could I forget a face like yours--eyes like those?

How could I not know you, as I have?

Tears bearing your name roll over my nose, like the rain on a rose...the burden of belonging to one, rather than some;

To all, rather than none.

So now, I keep my favorite photo of you in my phone...a comfort, to the weary and wounded heart I carry.

I can pretend that your sweet voice accompanies mine, as I sing to soothe myself, as I sway in solitude;

A gentle kiss, I imagine to give, if ever the chance.

I love you, without reason to--and with every reason to, I love you.

Find me, again

As the ship departs, charging to go into warp speed, Sonny is left alone on his own planet; as a slight panic falls over him, A key-like object falls from the ship as it dissappars at warp speed into a portal. As his hands clap together, catching the object, the sound rings outward--this clapping pages The Skrillex, which lands promptly beside him, exclaiming-- "I AM SKRILLEX"; he has never seen this ship before, however proceeds onto the ship as though familiar with extra terrestrial phenomena all together. We only see him enter the ship; we do not follow him inside, but instead cut to Ū on the Interdimensional SpaceTime Station.

Ah wait. So Skrillex is a planet?

Skrillex is a lot of things

SKRILLEX is a planet .

That explains it.

No it doesn't.

I mean, it might.

No it doesn't!

I mean, it kindof does, if you think about it.

BleepBleepBloop

bleeepbleepbloopBloop

bleepBleepBleeppBoopBoop

bloopbloopBloopBloop.

bleepBleep. bloop.

Bleep?

…

This is a disaster!

Don't look at ME.

I'm not looking at anything! I can't stand it.

This is the best thing on TV.

Damn right it is.

What channel is it, anyway?

On Channel 43.

What! I thought it was on Insomniac TV.

They keep f*cking with me.

The Lord giveth, and taketh away—

I thought you were Jewish.

I want a sandwich.

You're so useless.

Who's this bitch?

I won her in a bet.

No you didn't.

Royal Flush, bitch.

What'd you get?

It's a secret.

My Lord.

(Petrutheio Humphs)

You look awful.

I've been—working.

Working on what, your majesty.

Just—working, is all.

Very well, then.

Theodore—

My leige?

MEANWHILE, IN SEASON 4

[ When the 4th Wall Actually Broke]

GO!

I found this gym because of Dillon Francis—

I found Dillon Francis because of my evil ex husband;

I think the lesson here, or at least one of hundreds—

Is to trust no one,

And love unconditionally,

No matter what.

— 02-12-2022

Well, there's a conundrum.

KEY/BPM: Slip, deadmau5

Conundrum.

LEGENDS:

ENTER THE MULTIVERSE

f*ck. What was it?

It was a p—

Well it was a *PR

Lol.

*PT cruiser

Yeah, but it was—

It was purple.

It was a purple PT. Cruiser

It was—but what else was it?

Ugh. I forgot.

Yeah, I bet.

GOOGLE SEARCH

shades of purple.

Ooooh.

PERIWINKLE.

You f*cking dumb ass.

I mean, Jesus.

How long has it been?

At least a lifetime.

No, past that.

It was a perfect periwinkle PT cruiser.

So, start there.

‘Start there' what?

Everything since then, till now—

For what?

Enter The Multiverse.

That show is still on?!

YES.

What day is it?

f*ckk. What time is it?

What—the f*ck.

What?!

CUPCAKES AND A MUFFIN?!

I don't care how fat I am.

You're not fat.

QUASIMOTO

Can I just say, your ass is like —woah.

CC/SUPACREE

Oh, thank you.

QUASIMOTO

I mean like—DAAAAAAMN.

CC/ SUPACREE

OK.

QUASIMOTO

i mean like—what the FAAACK.

CC/SUPACREE

Yeah. thanks, bro.

[an awkward silence]

QUASIMOTO

…Good job, though.

[light fist bump]

EARLIER:

MORE CUPCAKES.

NAH.

OHH, OREOS?!

Oreos are the G.O.A.T.

I WANTED CUPCAKES.

SHUT THE f*ck UP—

Before that, at the gym:

—do the butt machine again.

Again?!

Get the glutes.

But I'm tired—

GET THE GLUUUUUUUUTES.

SONNY/SKRILLEX

Where am I?

Hell.

ANGEL 1

In bed.

ANGEL 2

In mexico.

CUT TO:

SUPACREE finally gets to Heaven, looking for SKRILLEX.

SUPACREE

So, where is he?

JESUS

Somewhere else.

ANGEL 1

At home.

ANGEL 2

In mexico.

JESUS

Who knows?

CHAK CHEL

Someone must...

DILLON FRANCIS

I'm someone.

JESUS

But I don't.

I don't know anything.

MYSELF

I don't need to.

I just wanna go home.

SUPACREE

Can I come home now?

JESUS
You always could.

SUPACREE

But really, I mean--

CHAK CHEL

Really's all it really takes.

ANGEL 1

You have to know,

ANGEL 2

You have to mean it;

Don't look both ways before

you cross,

if you honestly want off the cross

Christ, for your sake

Honestly

It's probably wise to admit that you've tried

For the third time;

Mankind's just not worth it.

Mankind, maybe;

But humanity's my baby

And this earth is

definitely worth something

I love it--

Her.

And the rest of the planets, but

Look how she spins,

It's magnificent,

Look at the way the ocean's

Make this mist;

And the wind--

If i sing loudly enough I might

Vibrate the trees,

How they love dancing and laughing for me;

And I just can't help but to laugh at her inhabitants;

They dance oh-so rhythmically

They're very creative--

and grateful, they always give thanks to me

It's no need, but the Earth,

she keeps feeding them

She makes these beautiful things,

So sweet;

Mangoes,

I think.

Greed; The Parable of the Mango Tree

Mango VIP.

In the pre-existence, a young God prepares for her journey through the Land of The Living; Her older brothers taunt and tease, as she shuffles through notes and index cards, studying her predetermined fate on Earth.

That's easy. The cover art's just got a Mango On it,

White Backdrop; It looks super juicy; with a green leaf, I think.

Who made it?

Uhhhhh.

Uhhhhh...

You forgot!

No! I know, I know. It was....

Who?

She forgot again.

I did NOT.

Did too. Who made it?

It was...it was...Herobust!

Herobust?

Wasn't it?

Wrong!

Loser.

I am not a Loser. It was…Was it Ganja White Night?

I don't know, was it?

Was it?

I don't know! Just tell me.

I can't.

Yes you can!

I can't. Your rules--

Exactly, it's my rules! Just gimmie the answer!

I think you're going to have to GOOGLE it.

Ugh, no way.

So is Liquid Stranger your final answer?

Liquid Stranger?!

I never said Liquid Stranger.

Idiot.

Now she's never gonna get it.

What did you say before?

It was...oh...

See dude.

Shut up, I had it-f*ck.

Damn dude, you broke her.

I'm not broken, I just forgot -

Liquid Stranger, going once--

I never said Liquid Stranger! I know it wasn't Liquid Stranger; Why would it ever be Liquid Stranger?

CUT TO:

A pair of mysterious dudes Suits in Sunglasses are collecting famous DJs.

SUIT

Martin Stääf?

LIQUID STRANGER

...Yes...

SUIT.

Come with me.

___

CUT TO:

Two fans are watching interdimensional cable.

SUPACREE

It's a practical--

FAN 1

WHAT HAPPENED?

FAN 2

IT JUST CUT--

Aliens in an Ascended dimension of hyper-intelligence are studying our three-dimensional existence from an unknown cosmic world.

BRAMF

Remember that planet I showed you--the--

ARLA

Yeah, with the Axis?

BRAMF

Yeah.

ARLA

Yeah?

BRAMF

Something happened to it,

ARLA

Like what?

BRAMF

It's flat now.

ARLA

WHAT?

BOTH

Woah. >^

Sometimes, even i'm surprised by the things I've written.

I didn't see that one coming!

MYSELF

Neither did I: I was gonaa say it was off it's axis.

Flat's funnier.

Yeah, and probably not as tragic.

MYSELF

I mean...that would be pretty tragic.

Probably easier to manage.

Perhaps…But I mean, if you have a whole planet, and then it just collapses--

MYSELF

It's just flattened; nobody said it collapses.

MEANWHILE

The planet collapses.

__________

CUT TO:

SUPACREE is now a full-blown superpowered vigilante; She seeks revenge for GETTER sending her through the interdimensions at AUDIOTISTIC.

SUPACREE

Getter, we meet again.

GETTER

I've never met you before; what are you doing in my dressing room?

SUPACREE

Why does a DJ have a dressing room?

GETTER

I don't know; get out.

[She swiftly leaves; as she exits, THE SUITS approach the dressing room door.]

SUIT 1

Tanner Petulla?

GETTER

Yeah?

SUIT 2

Come with us.

GETTER

f*ck that!

[He doesn't have a choice.]

Oh sh*t, the next scene is already written, I remember this.

Oh, okay! I get it!

Yeah.

She's still at--

She's still on the--

____

JUST KILL YOURSELF ALREADY.

For what?

You're suck in this until it's done.

What's done? It'll never be over, it's just infinite.

ENTER THE MULTIVERSE ^

UNTITLED DOCUMENT <>

<><><>

>< >< ><

ANGEL 1

YOU'RE GONNA LISTEN TO SKRILLEX ON YOUTUBE?

ANGEL 2

DON'T.

JESUS

I mean...

ANGEL 1

DON'T you dare.

SUPACREE

I might as well, by the time I finish downloading it I probably won't even be able to listen to it.

ANGEL 2

You shouldn't.

SUPACREE

I shouldn't, but I know i have to.

ANGEL 1

In PUBLIC?

JESUS

Could go Incognito...

ANGEL 2

INCOGNITO; The “oh please don't look at this:” easy algorithm engine for “LOOK AT ME, I'M HIDING SOMETHING.”

MEANWHILE...IN DEEP MEDITATION…(IE OMNIPOTENCE)

SUPACREE

So... if a song is... nothing but question and answer, what's a song which references another in an attempt to address the question which was asked?

A conversation between one song and another?

MYSELF

I guess, yes;

Well, that would be a symphony, I would suppose.

SUPACREE

It would, wouldn't it.

That is, if the songs were in sync.

MYSELF

They could be made to be.

Every song is made to be in sync;

I mean, two songs, made to be in sync with each other.

_______

SUPACREE is on the floor at a rave.

BASSGOD

WAKE UP.

SUPACREE

This isn't funny anymore.

ANGEL

It was never funny. You have to get up.

SUPACREE

I'm up.

BASSGOD

You're NOT UP.

ANGEL

Come on, you have to do this.

SUPACREE

I'm doin it.

GOD

NO.

ANGEL

It's no use. She's so, so under there. It would take all of us to try to pull her out--that is without...

[The darkening sky crumbles, as the thunderous storm rages, the battle between worlds expands throughout the outer galaxies.]

____

You're not skinny enough

You're not pretty enough

You're too dark,

And you don't work quickly enough

Much younger girls are putting in such

Efforts, just to be, the perfect little beauty queen

You wish you were,

But couldn't be and

kids these days are

Everything that means

anything

Sometimes I Don't Wanna Be Happy…

It was bad,

But better than I'll ever be

A basic remix,

For the basic bitch that sings it

And,

I'm basically a Dillon Francis fiend,

Have you seen this?

Now it's getting serious,

I seriously doubt there's anything I can do about it

It's in God's hands and,

I live in Satan's house

How did he do this?

How did this happen?

The sad result of the damage,

Cause i'm pretty sure

The very last time my ex ever hit me

Something got stuck on repeat;

It's just eating me up.

___

[Untitled Document]

What did we call that place, between “The Blackout” and waking up.

Hazy.

I thought it was something more clever.

Maybe, but i'll never find it if i'm just scrolling through these documents.

Write ”Untitled Document”

That's all I've got, I guess.

_____

[A DJ] Can be played by literally any DJ.

A wild, wild party has happened. A DJ wakes up, previously having been sprawled out across the floor.

A DJ

Whose house is this…? Ugh.

[Looks in mirror.]

A DJ

ughhh.

[S/he gets up and stumbles groggily, stepping over bodies hunched and perched, slung about sleeping. Peacefully. The sun is bright, a curse to the eyes of the clearly hungover, and likely still quite inebriated DJ. ]

CONCURRENTLY:

>>>

SUPACREE awakens from a ‘stupor' herself, displeased. She looks in the mirror, at first disgruntled, then “picks up her face” adjusts her perception, and decides,

SUPACREE

(“I'm good.”)

Yep.

[And she keeps it steppin, still asking aloud, as she ponders to herself;]

SUPACREE

Whose house is this?

[And makes her way into the kitchen, where she (probably in a montage) cleans around the many bodies of hot people and rave babies still smudged and dripping in everything glittery; she appears to have ‘frozen time', as she vacuums faces and erases permanent marker penises drawn onto the foreheads and other exposed body parts of those who have fallen asleep with no shoes on. She cooks breakfast and straightens the entirety of what is now more recognizable as someone's home, though the owner still remains unknown. She sips coffee and reads the newspaper, as she steps behind the freshly detailed decks; and prepares a set through the headphones shes hung happily around her neck.]

PAUSE

See! THIS IS RIDICULOUS.

MYSELF

It is. Ridiculous. You can't vacuum someone's face!

Not that part--

MYSELF

--Especially white people!

You never said they were all white people.

I mean, predominantly; it said hot people and rave babies.

MYSELF

That's racist!

It isn't. This whole scene would be entirely different, if it had nothing but black people in it.

ALTERNATELY:

She wakes up in the same house, but it's clean.

SUPACREE

...Whose house is this?

BEYONCE

It's my house.

SUPACREE

It's... nice.

BEYONCE

Yes it is.

______

DILLON FRANCIS has the master plan.

SUPACREE

Ugh, he knows everything.

GOD

Not everything, dear, believe me.

SUPACREE

Everything that matters.

GOD

There's no such thing as everything that doesn't matter.

SUPACREE

...What?!

Don't look in there!

You won't find anything in there.

I hate these things.

____

It doesn't work if you don't practice.

How do I practice without decks?

You don't.

How do I Dj without practicing?

You don't.

So DJing is just for rich people?

I mean, primarily, or just...anyone with money, if you have it.

f*ck this, I quit.

You can't quit. If you quit we forfeit the game.

No...

You idiot.

What game?

I thought she knew about the game.

What. game.

Well, it's not just a game, it's a language.

WHAT GAME.

She's about to be so angry, dude, just---

Just run.

___

8 Dimensional--wait, what?

Oh, she finally made it.

I never thought she'd get to this part.

Well, she stopped eating meat and cooks asian food--

---yeah, but that's like 6 different places--

She's not listening to Skrillex.

--She's not skipping it--

--yeah, but she isn't listening to it actively.--

Josh Pan.

Yeah. I am.

Why.

I thought we were past “why”

We were, we were WAY past “why”

It wasn't really a question, guys, don't worry about it.

“Don't worry about it” Tsh.

Tsh.

___

It's just an expression.

“expression” yes. I get it--

___

He named it “Kliptown Empyrean”

What.

What's “Empyrean”?

I'd love to know, but I don't.

Don't google it.

I won't, I just.

GO KARTS. With A K.

Where's Kliptown?

South of Capetown?

South?

South Afri--

Stop.

HE”S AFRICAN?

Stop.

What's more offensive;

Being called an African,

or an Alien?

___

One off...hmmm…

Always one off.

___

Get out of my house!

This is your house? Thank God, I was starting to worry the owner like wandered off and got lost; or, you know (makes slitting throat)

I... no, this is my--wait. Who are you?

Me? I'm S U P A C R E E

“S U P A C R E E”?

[having been yet unrecognized, shes is used to having to spell it]

Yeah;

___

Key of Cringe:

I'm in a box with all my thoughts,

And I am not on top of the world

Or taking shots,

I'm just rocking back and forth

Like broken record,

Repeating sequences,

a robot

A beat box of kittens

Nobody wants

I'm lost

(if rock and roll will take me

I wonder how much it costs)

____

What did this kid do?

Nobody knows

_Oh, sh*t, it's the Jews again.

I love the Jews.

We know.

I keep telling you, you're jewish

I'm not jewish my mom's…

That's not your mom.

Of course that's my mom.

It's not, I already told you what planet you're on?

Now, tell us why we wear our masks!

Oh, there are lots of reasons for that.

Tell us about the Sauce!

All the sauce?

Yeah!!!

That would be a long story.

Oh, the Google kids are cute, too.

I especially love that little chunky one.

He is cute, he's probably my favorite, actually

____

PIERCE?

Who the f*ck is PIERCE?

Google it.

I like this, this is-

It's different, isn't it?

Yeah, and then it

Sunni—are you Jewish?

I...identify as “Jewish”

You can't just identify as Jewish.

Well, I do.

No, you can't just “identify” as Jewish; your mother has to be Jewish.

Okay; my mother is Jewish.

Sunni—you don't talk much about your family; who's your mother?

Who's your mother?! Oh!

Okay, we're done.

See you next time, bye!

What are you doing?

What?

“Identify as Jewish”?!

WHAT?! I do!

No I don't!

You don't know me!

Maybe not! But I know TMZ.

I'm not on TMZ

Sunni Blu is on TMZ

What did I do?!

YOu know what you did.

∆

Well, alright then.

∆

Must be something.

∆

I got it.

Don't look at me;;

I'm a catastrophe,

I'm just waking up now

Don't look at me,

I got so high i think

I might not come down

It's not a bad thing

But I'm a bad guy, i promise

It's not a bad thing,

Don't look in my eyes;

Especially if I like you

Especially if you have other plans tonight,

Or this morning

That's right

Time flies when you're

(dynomite)

Time flies when your mind right

I didn't mean to stay here

It's been nearly half a year, you know

It's nearly half a year

It's nearly half a y

AHEM

ALRIGHT. JESUS CHRIST.

No, not that!

[sighs heavily, frustrated]

Enjoy Your Day.

FARRO nobly sacrifices his own life during The Lovers Quarrel, as PETRUTHEIO attempts a final and fatall blow unwittingly against ‘CESMET'

A saturn of satirical

Return of reverb

Expanding explosions of

Outward and unearthly

Worlds within words

Or words within

Worlds on the

Curve of the

Unwritten overtures of

-Mother

wow .

I guess.

Do you want a cup of coffee?

I want you to shut the f*ck up.

What if Jimmy Fallon had a diary as a kid. And I found it when i shapeshifted into his body.

Yeah, what if.

What if this is it?

[SUPER HUGE GASP]

Oh,

AHEM-

No, i Gotta write this.

AHH–

Oh, the things i would do to you

Oh, woah,

The things you would do to me

Oh, no, no, woah

The things i would do

AHHH–

Don't be mad

I'm a writer

I'm like this

Hi kids

wanna see how sharp my knife is

yikes

Sigh, bitch, ive been sitting in silece

With the lights off cause i like it

Ilike it a lot, but uhm

Ahem,

The rabbi's mad cause that i'd write this

And it's shabbat

This is why i don't listen to deadmau5 anymore.

What are you talking about

*listenining to*

GODDAMIT.

what

The invisible man, in Manhattan

The sunglasses matches her madness

The cloud cover looks just like Texas

The suns going down

And it's getting colder

As the winds blows…

03. JIMMY FALLON

All ya'll are all worth bout a dollar;

I am a cyclone, watch me holler

I lived my whole life underwater

I got a dollar;

Jimmy Fallon

All ya'll are only bout a dollar

I work so hard, I guess for nothin

I am not worried bout a dollar

I got a dollar;

Jimmy Fallon

I guess I'll do it on my own

I had to do it all alone

I made some soup, all out of stones

I am the only one I know

I am not worried bout the sauce

I am so famous,

got a stalker

I am so famous

Can't go no where

I got a dollar,

Jimmy Fallon

I'm at the office,

Not my home

No collab I work alone

Opened a business, got a loan

I got a hundred of them passwords

I went frontwards

—1I went backwards

Went to Manhattan, took a walk

Went to the rock and dropped a rock

Now put your money where your mouth is

I got a thousand Jimmy Fallons

(What's that)

(I'm the host)

What's that, what's that

I work alone

What's that what's that

I dropped a rock into the rock

What's that what's that

I'm the host, I'm Jimmy

{enter the multiverse/ as seen on tv}

Story/ music video

Moderately famous household television Jimmy Fallon suddenly begins appearing everywhere—that is—on every possible TV screen imaginable— The Protagonist, in confusion, can't seem to escape, and also amusingly begins finding Pennies in very strange and seemingly random places—these Pennies then begin opening up portals, breaking the fourth wall and opening worlds to other dimensions—

Have you seen this?

Uhh, hmwhat is it?

Mits m

“Two dumb Jews, starring Seth Rogen, and some other dude—

Who's the other dude— some Jew,but it's got Adam Sandler in it.

Oh, so three dumb Jews.

So, no, then?

I'd watch the sh*t out of that, though, tvh.

Why's the synopsis?

Uhh.

Two Jewish musicians struggling to make it in new York's congested underground music scene hit it off in comedy by complete accident, after being booked as a duo for a comedy club they mistook for a bar.

Heh. Okay, who does Adam Sandler play?

“The Bookkeeper”

What. Who the f*ck is “the book keeper?”

We'll see, I guess.

“Two Broke hoes@

It's like two broke girls, but actually funny.

What, be nice .

Okay.

Two Broke Ghosts

That's better—

—

And marketable.

Are you pale, or just—

No, I'm dead.

I'm dead.

X.X

Be NICE.

Now our musical guests, SWAGGARBOMB.

What in the f*ck kind of music is that

It's called

“Dorkstep”

[the doorbell rings]

Great, who the f*ck is

I got a train car of your body count

I got way far out to far rock away, way out

Stop to talk to me, or don't,

Kill your culture

You need some?

I got u—

Probiotics, yo

The truth hurts

Your sh*t stinks

Must be a mirror over herer

Cause that's me

I m your hero.

Esha I think McGuiennes?

Or McGrefor, after Ewab, maybe

New York wants me to kill myself

Maybe eventually

New York if full of the devil

The devil is money

And everyone wants it

The root of all evil,

Is getting even

The root of all evil

Is people

Beside myself,

But besides that

The ones hurting me,

are soon to be where I am

That's just karma

The gangstalkers are soon to be stalked

Coughed, and shot at

The neighbors are soon to be eaten by their own demons

When I don't clean them

The root of all evil is evil,

And that's all I see here

White power wants me to kill my self

The Caucasians get crazy when the race war is waging

The elections are coming up

And they see us coming up on conciousness

They don't want us

Just being honest

They're hateful,

They washed all the love out

Thanks Karen

But she don't care

White firms just wanna have fun

And they get to

Meanwhile, me and I

Eat sh*t( bro,

And die

Why's it nice to be white

Even when you're wrong, you're right

All you gotta do is lie,

Open up your big blue eyes real wide and

Decide what you want,

Put us under your foot,

And make us pay for it

Thanks Karen

Caucasians are terrorists

I think it's McGuennes or however you spell it, cause half the names are like plays on

Okay, I lie:

You made a world where I have to

Okay, I steal

You took everything that I'm after already

Or your ancestors did

Call the luxury apartment reparations

But ain't got no privacy,

and hells angels and the kkk

Ride motorcycles every time I get my eye on the prize

So what's the price for being indegenous, black, and a genius

White supremacy finds sneakier ways to kill you

ESHA MCGUENNES (I thought figure out how to spell that.

My left side's off

I guess I got

Stuck in the love of the art

I was writing that part

When the life of my love

Fell over me

A lover huh

I'm so confused.

I'm sorry bro,

But if you're morbidly obese,

But your feet are like a size 6–

You are not BIG BONED.

My doctor said I have a small frame, my feet are size 9, I went from a 10 to an 8.5 after losing 200 hundred pounds, I'm like “goddamn! Even my feet were fat! f*ck”

But if you're fat like I was and your feet are size 6, your feet might be like a si3 4!

You're a fat f*cking pixie that f*cked around and can't do little pixie sh*t now, cause you like pixie sticks

Too much

I'm just the rat in the dumpster

I made this whole world up

I swallowed the doctor

I hearted the surgeon

I locked up the dog catcher;

I cauldron'd the Mormons

I called it a sermon, but

He called them all —

Wait, who is Herman?!

I don't know! Some black guy on that show I'm writing!

what.

I don't know.

You're writing a show?!

I'm on it!

Ugh, I don't know.

No fair,

You really know how to make me cry

When you give me those ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes

Good looking people

In good looking places

Doing good things;

I just want to be Good today

Good looking people

Bye, bye little bird,

Think of the dreams we made

Think of the drummer boy,

Your lover boy,

Then, the other boy

There we go again,

With the drums we played

And the love we made

It just won't make it

Oh I

Just Can't take it

Can I come back yet?

SHUT UP, GAYBRAHAM LINCOLN.

I'm having breakfast at 10 am

Thinking damn this depression is just setting in

There's a chest on my elephant

Chester drawer with hand carved elements

Elephant ok my chest,

Clisets with hangers and button ups

I haven't won't yet

What FOR

WHAT FOR.

MY EYES.

For the sake of the art,

I heart ya.

For perhaps if I love,

That's how I lost ya.

So I keep all my love close,

The brothers have found the fountain

How many dollars do tootsie pops cost

For one Jimmy Fallon?

return to the blacklist.

Great. Now I'm Jimmy Fallon.

Well what's f*cked up! What happened!

f*ck! I hate being Jimmy Fallon!

Whose dick swings to the right like that.

Ow.

f*ck.

f*ck this guy.

GODDAMMIT.

-_-

Let me in.

Or I could just leave you out.

No, don't do that.

WHY.

Ahh. Shhhhhh!!! What if someone sees me.

Hmm, let's see.

[rings neighbors dooorvelk, shuts door]

No!

The neighbor opens the door; now gifted with the ability to see demons, after merging with

Fast forward

Oh no, when did that thing come into play

(When this happened)

Liz lemon lives on the ground floor

It don't matter cause she ain't never home l

She's at the rock

That's all the way up

Good talk, Donaguey, Good, Good Talk

Good people

Good show

Good good times

It's good to be long gone from home

Go to work at the plaza

That ones Conan.

Oh, Why?!

Why not, though.

OH, you mean—

Katt.

What up Snoop .

Ahh,

Look what the pimp limped in.

You think you're clever.

You think you're at least 5 foot—but you're 4 foot 9

I'm STILL

WINNING

CHARLIE SHEEN relapses on the dance floor

Oh sh*t. Relapses to which habit?

All of them!

10-4

CALL RUSSEL BRAND.

Csnt.

Why not.

He's blacked out.

What? Another relapse?!

No, he just— passed out

KABLAM.

“The co*ckney Thug”

He's just like that now.

God

What is it.

Can I have ham in my spam samwhiches.

—you want ham in your spam sandwhich.

Yes.

Roasted cantaloupe with

Put your notebook

On my throat-Scrotum

I like your poems

So I wrote you this one

Oh. That's.

Welcome—to the' creepy sh*t fans have done for u's backlogs.

“Backlogs”

Well, I have millions of fans,

It would take me years to look at all this.

[the festival project]

Woah.

Ok.

Yo.

Have you seen this.

What is it.

I don't know.

Hm.

Look.

Woah:

Yeah, it's—

Wow

Ok.

It just goes on like this—

For how long—

For like

GOH GOH l

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

CUT TO: Latest — 1:04

WHAT?

MEANWHILE

….IS THAT A JIMMY FALLON?

LOOKS LIKE ONE.

SHOOT THAT MOTHERf*ckER.

ok , boss.

I told you,

He would play The Devil's Advocate,

If need be

[JIMMY FALLON is shot mercilessly in the shoulder in broad daylight.]

YO. THEY SHOT ME.

He'll be okay. He's Jimmy Fallon.

[LIKE 90,000 Ambulances and a SWAT team roll up.]

See.

DEADMAU5 charges himself in a high speed chamber—a tech-driven coffin via a USB port in his neck.

Lol.

Ok.

(PDA)

Public Displays of Affliction

I've never even see. A. Aston Martin

Sometimes it's worth it,

Getting lost in Manhattan

I just saw the sign

I wouldn't dare entering, anyhow

Not in this outfit

Not in this predicament

(I just left the Whole Foods market)

I got lost and god was happy

Motor cars for music

Force a figure ibto music

Forgive Annie,

Run a mile what's a california smile

In New York

What a garden

Oh, what a garden

Double back.

For a second glance

Oh, don't we all want second chances

Now I've been an Aston Martin

Motorists dot muses now u want her

What a party

I just saw the sign

Now I've been an Aston Martin

All by design

Companion passing through

KAWS

I just bought a Ferrari

I said,

Where the roof is?!

Blū electrico

Roof finished in Nero

Just a hit of magic

A menacing, incredibly ambedextrous submissive

One time I played God,

I was hanging as the sun in Toronto

In my third eye was a camera lense;

My baby daddy,

Lover and my

best friend

My husband

My lover and

My best friend

My brother

And my father

Were my best friends

Once upon a time I never had friends

Now I remember sitting in the backseat,

Has been

I remember when I never had ribs

I remember when I never had meat

Nice to meet you

I already had a coffee

I remember sitting in the front seat

Once upon a time I was anno one

Once upon a dollar, Jimmy Fallon

Once a bunch of Pennies, lady Gaga

I'm a baby, haha

Once upon a time, I was a no one

A nobody

Once upon a dollar, Jimmy Fallon

I remember penny was a virgin

I remember when you were the third one, l

Once upon a time I was the first one

Once upon a time, I thirst my quench with

Coffee

Body guard!

I remember going on a long run

I remember once there was a

Knock on my door

Now I quench my thirst with smart water

With a hard on

Never was a smart one

Just an artist

I was no one

Once upon a dollar Jimmy Fallon

Once upon a nothing, there was no one

Now I take my coffee on a long ride

No fun

Once upon a dollar,

Jimmy Fallon

Amen

I wish for every dollar I ever had, back

Jimmy Fallon

I wish it was 11:11, every Dillon Francis

I wish for sandwhiches on leavened bread at Passover

I wish this whole world would Passover,

With the the stories in my home

And in my notebook

I wish for the fame and wealth with it,

Jimmy Fallon

I wish I never laughed at Dillon Francis

I wish Skrillex was never a demon,

I take it back

I want the wealth

And not the fame

Just the freedom,

Jimmy Fallon

What do you mean by that?

A dad, an actor

An attack,

The press is back and asking questions

I can't handle that

I can't.

I just can't with that

Abandon the matrix

Go back to

What's his name

But I can't

Cause I made him up

Call my mother begging to drop the charges

Called my God

Just asking what the pocket watch does

What's an engagement ring like that coat

How much to rug the cameras up

Inside my home

So I don't know about em

That sh*t's priceless

Like the 9 Dollar's I've got

Marked up, but not to spend them at the Market

Jimmy Fallon

I pray for your family

But not as hard as I pray

For my son

Or God

To take this fat off

So I can look like Jennifer Aniston

Cause that's God to em,

22 year old Adam Sandler

At a brunch

A talk show with my

Least favorite host of all time

Jimmy Fallon

But I love to laugh, huh

I just got back, God

My house is a mess

I want meth like AshGod

Method man was drinking up the water

Would there be backwash

It's a horrible, windfall

This awesome art project

My broken heart

The coughing stalkers

Whatever the f*ck is going on in New York

I love New York

But not New Yorkers

It hurts to be the worst person

The first person to put reverse curses

On shamans from the 3rd world

And I'm living in the first world,

But I just learned that

Underneath the surface

Is the fourth world

That's some dichotomy

Huh

That's some diabolical plot

The cosmic avenger is stuck in a dimension

Of white pocket tenses

And white bitches who get offended

With this scripture

But listen

I just got up

And I've been privy to

Never sleeping again

Norman Needs you, Mrs. Hotch

But I was never Mrs. Roberts

With all of the hearts and crosses , stars

I give up on love

Where's DimlonnFrancis at

That's a man without a mask,

That's a mannequin m.

Just got up

And I still want breakfast

All I got is

Stuff that's leavening

A hand in my pocket

Just for God to show me

Nobody I want wants me

Jimmy Fallon has a family

That's a tragedy, that

But I laughed so hard in the bathtub

I still haven't come back from that

I feel bad for em, actually

All the husbands

Cause I was the wife that sucks

And he hated me so much

I got punched in the—

Doesn't matter

Stuck in the telling it over and over

Nobody loves me

My new password is

f*ckit

I'm gone galloping horses,

And hornets, I'm just a furniture

Probably should have aborted me, mother

Just like you wanted to

But I'm still in the hospital

On the honor roll

Cause I had them all lined up

The prophets of the

“Impossible, could not be my God!”

That's what they all said,

But they dressed me up like

Some sort of messiah,

So I was, then

It wasn't right, no

That was malpractice

But now

I've got

Camping in Malibu

Crossed off my list forever

sh*t

It's some dichotomy

Just hold onto me

I'm the rock,

You're the kite now,

Jimmy Fallon

I was just better off dead,

You know

Better off stuck in my head, you know.

I read your messages, every one of them

Every one of the drugs in my bucket

I threw up from the fan club

Impossible,

Could not have been at that clown

JIMMY FALLON - THE COSMIC AVENGER

JIMMY FALLON THE COSMIC AVENGER is levitating in a hyper-meditative state.

UH – “hehe”

…I beg your pardon.

“Hehe”

Um…

f*ck.

Or “haha” “haha”

…

Just admit it.

…

Admit it already!

–haha.

Admit WHAT.

This gets Levels.

Nobody thought Patrice O Neal was a woman!

I thought Patrice O Neal Was a Woman.

Ah, f*ck, I'm nobody.

“Nobody”

Is that Bob Saget?

I swiped right on this dude, just cause he looked exactly like Bob Saget.

Omg. Bob Saget!

f*ck, that's right.

EXT. THE W HOTEL, BEVERLY HILLS, DAY/ EXT . PODSHARE WESTWOOD ROOFTOP, DAY

OH MY GOD, GUYS, LOOK: IT'S BOB SAGET.

No it's not!

Oh My God! Yeah IT IS!

f*ck, really?! Bob Saget?!

BOB SAGET!

YO GUYS, IT'S BOB SAGET.

It was, in fact, Bob Saget.

Bob Saget's dead, right?

Oh yeah, bud.

That's it guys! No more dead celebrities!

I'm coming with you!

NO MORE GHOSTS.

Look, I have something to tell you.

UGH. COME ON.

This is a weird superpower.

EXT. GRAVEYARD, QUEENS, NY. DAY

…

Having fun yet?

Alright! I have a question!

What?

When do I get to–

Get to what?

You know.

Luckily, I die long beore Jimmy Fallon, and as my time approached, I took all i could absorb from the world within, and without, almost as if any and all of my deathwish had been satiated with the gentle ease, the notion of knowing my imminent death would come long before what those surrounding me would consider my time, and therefore would not be made to lose anymore than I already had–but at least, I did have th strength in knowing, not only would i never grow so old as to see for show most of what I had done, but that I had done most of what I would have at all, and not much longer than my words would form into all that would come to be known as my full body of work, I would perish, even before–long before– those I had studied, admired, and known to love–if only through the fourth wall, at all.

The invisible man, in Manhattan

The sunglasses matches her madness

The cloud cover looks just like Texas

The suns going down

And it's getting colder

As the winds blows…

THAT was a HARD left turn.

So, what time can we listen to Excision?

Sometime after intermission.

How many acts is this again?

___

I told you, IN-FIN-ITE.

Okay…

I just wanted to know how long it would take?

___

I know someone that cold get us in

_____

(Sitting on a speaker in the BassPod)

What is she doing?

What are you doing?

Charging.

__________

I think I found that girl you were looking for.

Where is she?

I said I found her: I didn't say you could have her.

She's not a possession, I'm just trying to talk to her.

You didn't mention that she was--

Be careful with your words.

Oh, I think it's you that ought to be careful.

You're losing your power over her and it shows.

Mm. And what about your ‘power', hm?

I haven't any power over her--

Oh, but you do--

Will Power at best,

That would only be half of it.

That would be all I had anything to do with; she was given free agency.

HA. “Given”?

____

awww look at that bass face.

Well, that's one reason...

__\

Ah what! you can change your entire frequency? No Fair, I can't do that

You can, it just takes practice.

What kind of practice--

___

Oh sh*t, this hits different with two headphones.

It all hits different with headphones.

Calorie Deficit Calculator:

-3423

Oh sh*t. Well how many calories did I eat?

BEFORE:

…chocolate chip cookies?

NO—

—CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIESzzxz—

[CC/SUPACREE robotically and autonomously ditches her bicycle outside of sprouts, not giving a f*ck.]

—s—noh! stop it! Stop controlling me!

THEY ARE VEGAN.

SO? STOP IT.

Ooh, what's this.

I don't know—

get it.

CC/SUPACREE stands awkwardly at the checkout with a varied selection of vegan baked goods.

*beep*

Yeaaaahh.

So wait. SUPACREE is controlled by aliens?

WE ARE GODS.

Knock it OFF!

[NEW ABILITY UNLOCKED: SUPASTRENTH ]

Nice.

Yeah dude. Watch this.

The Legend of Supacree is the #1 MMORPG in the world; it is also happening in real-time, in multiple worlds within the multiversial construct of the actual Omniverse.

AGHHHHH

In fact, nobody even plays GTA or call of duty anymore.

YAH!

[Random objects falling from the sky. ]

SUPACREE

Oh, nice.

INSTANT MANIFESTATION.

JUST POST THE f*ckING EPISODE ALRIGHT?!

this bitch is f*cking crazy. Watch this.

Watch what?

SHIA LABEOUF discovers The Legend Of Supacree franchise and becomes villainously obsessed with It, hatching a heinous and maniacal plan to hunt her down and capture her—tracking her every move and learning everything about her he can.

Wtf.

I don't know.

Is he a villain?

I don't know. I guess.

I'M A SUPERVILLAIN.

…He's a supervillain.

I guess. Why?!

I don't know.

This is creeps.

It is creeps.

[lifts one eyebrow.]

SUPACREEps.

Scary monsters and supacreeps.

Heh.

NO, NO MUSICIANS.

Heh.

SHIA LABEOUF is a straight up gangster.

HE'S CRAZY!

[SHIA LAUGHING MANIACALLY.]

Oh, wow–

That dude is a straight up psychopath.

You're a straight up psychopath.

I'm not arguing.

What is THIS part of the story?

Well, son, you made it through.

WOODY HARRELSON? WHAT.

Woody Harrelson?! WHY?

I don't know. He just fit the part.

WHAT PART?! WHAT/!

Nobody quite understands what's happening in ENTER THE MULTIVERSE, however, THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE has taken an incredible turning point, intersecting with the world of LEGENDS and THE SECRET LIFE OF SUNNI BLŪ/ THE SUITE LIFE OF SUNNI BLŪ.

IT HAS?

YES?

WHERE?

I WANNA DIE.

OH!

That's not SUPACREE!

[CC HULK SMASHES her bike onto the rack on the bus. THE HULK, sitting just in front stares at her wide-eyed as she boards the bus over the rim of his sunglasses.]

Oh, maybe, nevermind.

Wait! Is it THE HULK, or MARK RUFFALO?

I don't know! I don't give a sh*t!

Why are you even writing this?

Uhhhhhhhh.

[CC's brain is slowly melting as she rides the bus to work. THE HULK–

OR IS IT MARK f*ckING RUFFALO!?

I DON”T f*ckING CARE–

THERE'S A DIFFERENCE

WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE

IT – DOESN'T– MATTER!

‘It doesn't matter.'

Chal's words echoed in my head almost too loudly–as boldly blind and sometimes even dumb as he was, he was also wise, and as it turned out, right–it really didn't matter. Nothing mattered at all. I had gone through the motions of reaching out to him, to of course as expected learn that he and whatever her name was had gone their separate ways; I understood that would be the case nearly immediately back in Mazunte, but as he was insistent he would woo her–and persistent in doing so, that I thought maybe after all love– or what really turned out to be his obstinate lust would win the day–and yet, it hadn't; he was again single and on the prowl– and although at one point I had even lusted after him briefly, trailing behind him in nonchalant platonic carelessness as he obsessively followed another woman, had allowed me to become comfortable enough in the friendzone that i could just simply exist next to him; Now, again faced with homelessness and factoring in my inability to travel much further than south of the border, especially now knowing well how to travel throughout mexico and into Guatemala, I wondered truly if my own self-worth had really been lowered to the point of allowing myself to meet Chal in Guatemala–even full well knowing that he, too, preferred perfect and illy white to my dark skin and quite seemingly matronly features, and, knowing for myself that I wasn't his first choice– as he and I had of course met in Mazunte around the same time he had met whom he considered to be ‘his Goddess'-- albeit while on a topless beach and thus hynotized by her breasts. Men were hopeless.

Then, here I was, waking up every other sleep cycle in the cold sweat of a wet dream, the subject of which I typically at least tried to keep deeply hidden in my subconscious psyche as secrets, although by now it seemed there really were none, and all that I knew and that I thought were known and seen by some other than myself–though somehow still holding true to my belief that there really was none other than myself–in my own broken and twisted world, alone and punished in the depths of mediocrity and shame.

Woah.

Riding the bus.

There's nothing lower.

There's walking.

To the bus.

Yah.

And all the sick people. And all the crackheads. And all the–what are those?

Demons

[demon hacks.]

Ugh, f*cking–ugh.

SHIA LABOUFF'S obsession with SUPACREE is helga petaki-meets Tom Cruise jumping on Oprah's couch.

Oh, wait, we're back on that storyline?

I mean– I don't know how to write this.

Just write it.

he's a villain, right?

I mean, that suit.

SHIA LA–

f*ck.

WHAT?!

Worst last name EVER.

Well, not ever–

Wait, is he black?!

–It sounds french.

GOOGLE SEARCH:

‘How Jewish is Shia LaBeouf? ‘

–no, he's Cajun –

That's french-black–wait—

–what?

Cajun AND Jewish?

–Yeah–

Jesus!

JESUS

What?

(raises one eyebrow)

SUPACREE strategizes a plan of attack.

Attack for what?

{ATTACK}

YOUUUU INCEPTED ME!!!

AGH!

{COUNTER ATTACK}

NOT ME! DISNEY!

{DODGING COUNTER ATTACK}

Yeah, Blame “Disney!”

I JUST DID.

Oh, yeah, right!!

RAVEN SYMONÉ

It was Disney.

THEY OK'D THIS?!

They bought Marvel!

THEY OK'D EVERYTHING.

—Even the SKRILLEX?

Especially the Skrillex

—Especially the Skrillex.

AGHHHHHHHH——

———-AAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!

SHIA LABEOUF VS SUPACREE:

FIGHT!!!!

Everything looks good—

—everything looks good.

Everything looks fine—

—Everything looks fine.

But wait—

What?

What about that guy?

Oh My—

—oh my…

Is he gonna be alright?

Is that guy

—gonna be alright?

Is that guy gonna be alright?

Is—that guy gonna be alright?

Is that guy gonna be alright

Is that guy—

Gonna be alright?

Is that guy gonna be alright??

Is that guy gonna be alright?!

Is that guy gonna be alright m?

Everything looks good—

—everything looks fine

Looks good—

But what about that guy?

…I don't know about that guy.

Is he alright?

Yo.

Yooo.

Stop writing songs about Skrillex.

((I literally can't.))

What?! It doesn't have to be about Skrillex! It could be about anybody!

Here, they call with disco balls

Stars in my eyes, but stars do fall

First true love dies hard after all,

No star shines bright as morning comes

—(for) Sonny

…I didn't write that.

CUT TO: CC writes automagically between sets of heavy lifting.

IMAGINARY FRIENDS, PART III

DEADMAU5!!!!

okay—one more—then cupcakes—

Cupcakes? No cupcakes!

I WANT CUPCAKES.

Uh—No way!

YES WAY.

Mmm—no

I'm sick of this diet!

I'm not on a diet! I eat!

You eat GRASS.

I'm a vegan.

This sh*t sucks.

I told you, grass tastes bad.

RICK?!

(I also want cupcakes. )

Mmkay—ohh.

You said that was the last one.

No, more more.

NO “one more”

But I like this one—and it has the right amount of weights on it already—see?

Jesús Christ

He's not here.

(Yes I am).

Why the f*ckk.

I also want cupcakes

Okay, one more

No “one more”

The power of Christ compels ye!

…

Is that how that works?

No.

Maybe.

(((Yes.)))

AGHHH.

The celebrities of Hollywood are gang stalking SUPACREE

Can we—

No.

But I didn't even get to ask the question.

The answer is no.

THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD, after assembling with the Bampheramphs and Morherf*ckers, have formed a supergroup tasked with bringing SUPACREE to THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE—so far, they have cunningly out-bested and outwitted THE US GOVERNMENT, including but not limited to THE FEDS, THE CIA, THE FBI and THE SECRET SERVICE.

REALLY?

I GUESS.

HOW?!

—

DRAKE snoops on SUPACREE as she writes working half heartedly at THE NECK MACHINE with peaking curiosity, peaking over the time of his sunglasses.

Whats it called.

“Nautilus 4 way neck “

BPM: you're a jerk

Do the Drake

Work that neck

Work that—

Neck, Becky

Work that neck,

Work that neck

Do the—

“new note:

Purchase

‘Honestly, nevermind'

I had worked an entre month at LVAC before the circus went underway; Not a single drop of Skrillex had ever been played over the loudspeakers at any moment, for any of the time I had been employed there, nor had it burdened me any of the other time I had spent bettering myself within what I once cherished as sacred walls–now the illusion shattered, as nowhere I could seem to run – even the rural coastal jungle of Mexico-was far enough to escape the clammerings of something I quite honestly very much still loved, but wouldn't allow myself to enjoy—

Or maybe, now, couldn't.

BANGARANG.

‘f*ck this sh*t.'

I wanted to move, but didn't—I wanted to leave, and probably should have, but wouldn't. I just sat there through it as my coworker, standing at about 5'4 ½ in a pair of tight black skinny jeans sang along and bounced rhymically.

What the f*ck.

Then, as it had just been earlier that I was thinking of Sonny himself, and how, be it that any of my premonitions were actually accurate and true as I had once thought them to be, there would perhaps come a day that I regretted not listening to his works, just as one regrets not spending time with a loved one before their passing not giving enough attention to the little things, the tiny details, the time they had missed, but never missed without missing their loved one until it was too late. Then again, for me, any time in the then- present was too late, as I had only been followed, taunted, and ridiculed, openly humiliated and embarrassed, and never really paid directly for anything I had done, whether it did have to do with Skrillex or otherwise –and so I had made it more than a point to distance myself from it, anything having to do with it, or him, or anything really, music related—of course besides relying heavily on deadmau5 just for my own existence–that is, willingness wake up, move about the world and its endless, pointless constructs, and even so, completing a worthwhile workout with enough satisfaction that I could allow myself to leave the building–and now, with my commute taking up a grand total of 4 hours of my entire day—I didn't have the time or the energy to stay late into the days and even afternoons as I had before, or to arrive early as I had in the days and weeks before; Now this job was amounting to nothing at all, and I was surely less than breaking even.

Whats the worry?

You've got 20 minutes to write a story!

Don't be sorry

Mind your orders.

You're a war chief

Marry me,

Oh pretty please—

I plead to you, just sing for me

Just think of me as a

Never ending fantasy,

At the very least

When you bury me

—and you buried me alive,

Just for the look of things

What makes us even

Slitting wrists

Or splitting things unevenly

(Either thing benefits me,

And my penis,

I think.)

Make me famous—

She said

Hate me or debate me,

I have everything I need

And I have everything you have,

But I can leave,

All with my dreams intact

I do believe

You think I'm evil

Either way, unnecessary

Why would I sit down and write a story—

When you just did it for me?

Why would I pledge allegiance to old glory

She's ignoring me;

Why would I change my name to satisfy your needs

When mine sit idly by waiting

Why would I dream of you,

When you dream of me

I have all I need,

You have all of me in the other room

While you watch cartoons with your lady

I hate anime and now I hate you too,

But I'm so stupid,

Nothing soothes my moods,

Except playing your tunes,

Or music

Whoop De f*cking do

Would you Marry Me?

He said

(He never did, he just let her—)

She said,

I do

And now they're doomed

I built a tomb for two

The bride and groom

In music

Two by two

And used by Tuesday

Music I presume

To the beautiful

Music I presume

For the usual

Music I presume

For those who —-

SHIA LABEOUF

JUST DO IT.

That is not how the end of the song goes.

No, but this is how the end of the episode goes.

Really!? How?

[CC stares lifelessly forward out of the front window of the double decker bus; a man dressed in all blue catches her attention—another telepathic shapeshifter.]

You brought…an umbrella?

I told you there was a sh*t storm coming.

Oh, nooh.

Where's yours?

I— don't care?

That's right you don't.

I don't.

That's good you don't.

I really don't.

You don't give a f*ck, or a sh*t.

I—don't give a f*ck or a sh—wait—

DILLON FRANCIS?

I'm good at what I do.

What do you DO?

THIS.

“A Silent Partner”

Oh.

I like that.

That has all kinds of insinuations.

Doesn't it?

Hermph.

You're a creep.

A Supacreep.

PAUSE

ITS MISTER MAGOOoOOOOOOOooO0oO.

No, it's the IRS.

f*ck.

HOLY sh*t SUNNI.

WHAT.

HOW DO YOU OWE 100,000 IN BACK TAXES?!

Student loan debt.

WHAT. THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE.

Yes it does.

HOW.

Calm down Marci

—MY ÑAME IS—

[Sunnī Blū subdues her instantly with one if Supacree's mysterious rave weapons]

Sit down, please.

…what is that?

You like it?

Yeah.

[she gives her another dose of strange vapor, she relaxes even further.]

See.

Yeah.

Now that you're happy—

—am i “happy” ?

[she gives her another relaxing dose]

—are you Happy?

Yeah.

Ok. So. I never filed my taxes because I had so much student loan debt, I would never get a tax return because the stupid government would just take it away.

…They're so stupid.

It's a supercomputer.

Huh.

The government is a supercomputer—it's a giant—unfeeling—

Huh?

Nevermind;

But Sunni—

Yes, Manuel—

You finally got my name right!

Yeah. I did.

—but you're rich now—

I'm very rich. Yes.

So then (hiccups) it doesn't matter if the stupid government computer takes your tax return away, cause you're—rich.

Yeah! Rich people don't pay taxes dummy!

Shhhhhhhh…be happy.

[sunni sighs and takes a large huff themselves of the mysterious vapor, however still quite visibly unsettled.

MEANWHILE,

(IN A PARALLEL DIMENSION)

f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ckITY f*ckING—f*ckSAUCE

Ooh—f*ckity f*cksauce?!

f*ck!

Haven't tried that one. Is it purple too!?

SHUTTHEf*ck—UP.

Ooh. It must be really hot. Let me try.

Hello, Dillon Francis.

Oh, no.

Ha.

Did you f*ck my best friend?

…I didn't know you…had any friends.

I don't now.

[he hangs his head.]

ALSO MEANWHILE:

(IN ANOTHER PARALLEL)

DIPLO, in a villainous rage nearly murders DILLON FRANCIS, stealing his portal gun and a vast supply of his magic to track down SUPACREE and all of her living incarnations.

Is this along the same timeline as Shia La—

f*ck this dude's last name for real.

For real

_!%]_€

Is it on the same timeline?

I mean, that's insane—SUPACREE is being stalked—

—Hunted—

Hunted by not one—but TWO super-buff celebrities—

Hey, to be fair—I didn't know Shia La—

Whatever—

Whatever. I didn't know he was that buff.

Who expected this?!

Literally no one ever.

How did this happen?!

CUT TO:

What if I threw myself in front of a school bus!?

That would be the 16th time you've died, since you committed suicide

So is that 16, or 17?

Does it matter?

I thought it was 10 to get to Skrillex.

I thought we weren't trying to get to Skrillex

I thought we never left.

We never left.

f*ck.

You've got to run.

It's not a race.

He's very fast.

What if he's spent as much time in the gym as you have?

Huh.

What if he's spent as much time in the studio as you have in the gym?

That's it.

That is it.

This album is really.

Golden.

Golden? Really?

Probably.

Ive never seen gold before—

Oh—

Look.

What would they even tell the kids?

“Some of you will grow up to amount to nothing and, and out of those some of you, at least one of you might just have the guts to throw yourself in front of a speeding vehicle which represents the very institution which disregarded your existence entirely in the first place.”

Oh.

That's…a lot for a bus full of kids.

Not high schoolers.

Benny Benassi (and the biz) was the word of God today.

Tell me what your spirit says

Show me what you pray

Teach me every single part

I'll be your guide

You are a prisoner

Looking for to be.

Like heroin through a junkie's veins, the song poured through my Hesh 3's like the golden waters of a sacred fountain of wisdom; it made me reflect on the everythingness of all at once, and I was at bliss, even if only for a moment, briefly recalling how I had almost allowed it to be a bad day—but there were no more bad days, I had decided. Everything was in synchronicity, and exactly as it had to be; everything was going along just the way it was supposed to, and I had nothing to worry about. All was in time with the motion of the great flow of life—then, just suddenly—thinking of such synchronicities, as I pulled out my phone to write in the moment—

You can change your face

But can't change your mind

No matter what do you do

11:12.

‘f*ck.'

I co*cked my head in complete awe to the side

‘Hard flex, Dillon Francis.'

It was still hard to compute that such a man had become my literal muse—and though I knew not the exact meaning of the word—I knew what it meant. It was fascinating to me, and astonishing that something so simple could in my state of once fragile and benign vulnerability, be used as a tool to help complete this hypnotism, whatever it was meant for. I wasn't exactly making music, or anything good really—and I felt like I was bleeding money and certainly not making my worth in dollars for all the effort and energy I was spending just getting to work at all, let alone to work out—but there was still this, though I could finally falter to being irreversibly in love with Sonny Moore, or at least who he might have once been ( or the idea of such, anyway—) I did very much think of Dillon quite fondly and quite repetitively through each and passsing day, and oftentimes in my dreamworld, quite uncontrollably and involuntarily, in whatever way I was, it was forever. It didn't seem to matter, and though I purged myself from actually becoming as obsessive as I had once been with Sonny, I simply left it alone;

‘It doesn't matter!'

Chal's voice sometimes overcoming my own, in the way that I did now wholeheartedly believe that pretty much nothing mattered, especially my emotions or feelings, which I wished would disappear like the title of the album I had actually written and completed but never had the chance to release, and had just the night before eaten in record time 4 entire vegan cupcakes to myself,

—even when I had at least thought to share with my coworkers—a feast which usually took between 24 hours and 3 to four days, if I was moderating correctly. But I hadn't been—I was over stressed from riding busses full of people who didn't care that as the natural empath I had always been, I became gross and dysfunctional as anyone else who rode the bus just off the Las Vegas strip between the hours of 8 PM and 8 AM. Gross.

I successfully pretended not to know who deadmau5 wash and upon being asked what I was listening to on the bus, I simply replied ‘progressive house'—and just later that night, as my coworkers, most of whom were about 10 years younger than I was, clammoired about fame and famous Individuals; dead-mau-five came up randomly in conversation; to which I coyfully resigned from correcting the falsity that it once had “actually” been the correct way to prounounce the artist's name, and that he had “actually” changed it—and still, later on, when for the first time over the loudspeakers, a song by deadmau5 (besides the new kx5 track) came on, nobody but me could seem to recognize that it was him playing—and though I had heard the song by now at least hundreds of times, I couldn't name it…which embarrassed me, and I failed to even look upon the screen to fact-check or correct myself—it was deadmau5, it was good, and at least it wasn't Skrillex…

—who had also, though just behind deadmau5, also “coincidentally” come up in the conversation—this time less sarcastically forging a “who the f*ck is that?”—of course, only to be met with what had to be a good minute and a half of my gullible coworkers explaining to me who Skrillex was, as I shrugged and nodded unassuminglu as if I didn't want to shoot myself in the foot just to dance to the tune of my own funural music.

(Whatever that means.)

Back to Benny Benassi

Are you sleeping? Ooh. I'm sorry.

Back to the Diverging lateral pull down, st a weight that looked too heavy, but was actually almost too light.

Whose job is that?

Ehmm— Skrillex!

Is that what he does?

Is that what this is?

—BABY, ID LOVE FOR YOU TO TOUCH ME BAAAAABAY—

ALSO:

THE US GOVERNMENT has gotten a new fleet of JEEPS.

Who is this.

[American flag automatic antenna extends from the back of the vehicle.]

Ooh.

What is that?

WE GOT HER

GO ARMY, BITCH!

Why is the Army following me?!

You can time travel!

So!

They can not.

Oh. I can shapeshift, too—why didn't they follow me when I started doing that in public?

They sent navy seals!

They did?! When?!

Flashback: SUPACREE is swimming when caught in a rogue wave, quickly transforming into a whale, before washing up on shore and transforming back into her human self, right before the eyes of the navy seals team.

What the f*ck.

ABORT.

WHAT?! She's right there!

I SAID ABORT.

MORPHEUS.

What. I'm retired.

I know, look—

Don't call me—

I need a pill!

How did you get this number?!

It's The Matrix.

Touché.

I know, huh.

Don't call me. [hangs up]

[she calls his other line, he picks up unwittingly ñ]

Hello?

I need a pill!

You—have them!! Don't you?!

No!

What is “no”?

I don't need the red pill, or the blue pill!

Then I can't help you!

You're the only one that can help!

Have you tried Jesus?

Jesús is busy! Listen to me!

—Jesús is always listening—

I need the purple pill.

The what—what?!

The purple pill!

…you know what?

…what?

Dont—call me anymore.

[hangs up]

What the f*ck!

[redials]

Call from: MOM

Hey Mom—

Hey, Morpheus.

What the f*ck!

You what the f*ck! Help me!

God Help You! WHERE's my MOTHER?!

I AM GOD.

WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MOTHER

—I Am your mother, Morpheus. And I just made your favorite: pecan pie—…

…

—without pecans.

…

Meet me at Fatastik.

Uh…the swap meet?

Near the Rugs.

What?!

—bring the pie!

[hangs up]

Damn, what's gonna happen now?!

I don't know. Ask Dillon Francis.

What does Dillon Francis have to do with this?

I dunno. Apparently a lot.

[shrugs]

MEAHAHILE:

DILLON FRANCIS screams uncontrollably.

CUT TO:

BEYONCE is a big fan.

Oh wow, that's incredible.

No, LITERALLY

BEYONCÈ, mastering her shape shifting abilities has transformed herself into a giant fan.

WOW.

That is cool.

(Literally.)

Get it?

SHUTUP.

[CC in a high intensity workout-induced trance merges with the character DUFF as she locks her legs across the rotary torso machine. ]

DUFF is paralyzed from the waist down after crash landing feet-first from her pod; She has landed in present day earth, first spotted by millions as a UFO; upon rescuing her from the fiery crash, recovering the remains of her futuristic vehicle raises questions from the whole world about her true origins and mission's purpose—however, stricken wirh Amnesia, she only recalls that her name is DUFF, and has very few memories preceding her discovery—it is clear that she is a human, and a high-ranking military trained space explorer—but remembers nothing of her own origins. It is suspected that she may indeed be a time traveler from the distant future.

WOAH

I know, huh.

That's what's happening in that series?! Damn!

I know, huh!

Sometimes I surprise muself.

And I'm not even listening to deadmau5.

So what's Beyoncé got to do with this storyline?

Something, I'm sure.

Synesthesia.

Oh—yeah, that.

She's so pink!

Don't be gross.

I— whatever. duff.

DUFF!

DUFF!!!

[DUFF is caught in a lucid dream; the original SUPACREE is in a coma after her failed suicide attempt—their worlds collide.]

Beyoncé's voice looked to me as if butterflies had long streams of silk woven wings, fluttering eloquently in hues of fluorescent pink and painted shades of rose-tinted streaking blues, auroras of bubblegum entertaining with breezy mellow waves of yellow and flooding bursts of bright purple—a pure joy in my ear sight, which meant nothing to the world, but everything to me.

Creating literal auroras I had only ever before seen in the frigid arctic night skies of Alaska, sometimes I simply had to close my eyes and breathe in deeply the fluid and sometimes glowing and velvety cascades—more so pronounced than the ones I had observed in finally linking kaskade's unique electronic sound to his name—probably because rather than having come from a synthesizer, it was Beyoncé's naturally unnatural voice—and by unnatural, I only meant that it was such a singularity that divinity itself had to have put her hands into allowing such a phenomenon to exist.

I had indeed fallen In love with the talent and aura of this too-perfect southern belle—but one doesn't simply aspire to be Beyoncè at the ripe old age of 30; a lifetime of dedication to artistry could only result in such an immaculate perfection in performance—perfection I humbly honored, but tried my best not to crave.

[CC, on the brink of being BLŪ but not having yet arrived in the true belief of her own accomplishments or potential. emotionally stuffs her face unforgivingly with Oreo cookies; a silent, friendly ghost, the ghost of the late great COOKIE MONSTA seats himself softly beside her on the bed. Another guardian Angel.]

What up, Cookie Monster.

I Am Cookie Monster— ugh—

[Realizing she is once again confronted with a ghost DJ, after having been visited by Avicii and I_O now years earlier, but still an ever-present memory.]

COOKIE MONSTA?!

[He shrugs as she stuffs another cookie in her mouth, literally overflowing with cookie and reeling in the discomfort of double-stuffiness.

Ughhhhh—I cant feel my face.

I can't feel anything.

Consider yourself lucky.

I consider myself ‘dead'

Yeah, me too.

Well, you shouldn't.

Says the ghost.

Youre the gh0st.

Oh yeah, huh…

[he shrugs and nods]

Huh. Yeah right.

But it seemed like I would never make dubstep—working two jobs, riding the bus—and despite my sweet tooth, my shrinking waistline and quest for physical perfection in the peak of my absolute loneliness, distrust for the world, and disdain for the injustice of society. All it seemed like I did really have that was mine, was deadmau5 blasting through my ears at any given moment as my dirty little secret—Oreos, my synestetic facination with Beyoncé, and, of course, one of the best athletic clubs in the world at my disposl, given that I had the time or energy to use it.

Altogether self-serving, señf-soothing, and best of all self loathing—navigating life had become more outwittinglu experiencing infinite death thsn not—an endless ego death in the confines of my own limitations and judgements. I had put myself in a shelf entirely—and now, I didn't know what I was writing for, but I was still writing. Even without making music, music seemed to make itself out of the words that could connect with my broken and tired spirit in whatever synchronization it took to type out a song, or a novel, or a suicide letter, or a screenplay—whatever it was. I didn't know.

And…

‘It doesn't matter.

COOKIE MONSTA fades away into the reminiscent whisper of a ghost, as CC falls asleep, hugging a pillow and still clutching an Oreo in one hand and her crystals in the other. The room spins as she fades into the dreamworld, lost in her self and the world within.

Might be a saint,

But the back doors open and

The oven's on so,

I won't close it,

If it gets too warm, you know

I'll want you to hold me

I might be lonely

I might be

(((A)))

S-s-s-superstar,

Where are ye?

Real nice car,

A mazzarati you bought me

High speed dodging the paparazzi

I got to be lucky

I got to be the lucky one

We sure are lucky, aren't we

Darling, you're sparking

Park this thing

Spark me up

Let's party

What are we?

S-s-s-superstars,

Yeah

Red carpet party

Set the alarm,

No harming a full carbon body

Yah

You want this blonde fawning for your autograph?

Or you want me?

What are we—

Let's party;

Just us three

Right here in the lobby

Oh my god,

That's just raunchy

Stop to talk

The audacity

Or night at the odyssey

Whichever one

Haunts me less awfully

C'mon! We don't follow the models!

They follow me!

What the f*ck

Kind of husband

Does this

1x1 = nothin

The marriage was loveless

But honest,

I'd honor it over another,

And that was the start of

Another concept album

FADE TO BLUE

Oh I get it.

It's like multidimensional flashbacks, yeah?

Yeah.

Ok.

...And with any luck, I'd have the energy to sit down and write it upon returning to a place I could have myself built perfectly in the confines of my mind.

I really wanna hear that new Dillon Francis album.

It's an EP.

It's new music.

DON'T need this.

Dont—

Okay, that's definitely me.

f*ck. I love gravy.

(Or used to, anyway.)

Where's the butt machine?

I love this place.

Thank you, actually.

Remember this day from last time?

Everything that's recorded.

Why are they trying to kill me?!

It's just YOU trying to kill YOURSELF.

No, there's definitely something chasing me.

*COUGHS*

WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!

It IS me.

UGH. OKAY, THEN.

What do you need?

A home, please.

Please.

I made dinner reservations at a place I can't even remember the name of—being homeless has actually been so detrimentally bad for me the only way I can grasp any amount of sanity is to keep exercising—while trying not to be reminded of Kayla Lauren, and attempting to convince myself I don't hate her for being born better than me—or at the very least—with everything she needed to be seated next to the man I love endlessly, or, rather—obsess about constantly, all the while the remnicense keeps haunting me tragically.

Turn dollars into pesos,

Turn the pain into muscle, see

The dream can be reality,

The dream can be reality

Why are you getting pesos in Bejing?

I need them.

My ex is trying to kill me subconsciously—

—or just—consciously.

Why would he do that?

So I can't tell this story.

You're still telling it.

I'm still living it.

It's all in your mind.

Then I'm living inside my mind, stuck in my own body—what else explains all this—

—disgusting—

Exactly.

Better be careful writing about the blue eyed people.

They run everything.

What planet do they come from?! Do they need less oxygen to breathe?!

They consume everything—

—and kill everything else—

Is that not the same thing?

What planet are they from, really?!

Get this: they don't remember destroying it in the first place!

Humans!

Hardly—but at this point, they're at about 90% genetic match, after centuries of breeding with them.

Um, Try 93.

Amazing.

Wait—I have reptilian heritage?!

That's a rarity…

What am I looking at, exactly?

I put the Omni in Insomniac

Sent a message, asked Pasquale to run it back

From the past,

That's tough, I've had enough of that

I'm only uffing rapping this

Because I'm ufcking black

And I'm—

back to the club with a brand new hat

Can't have that, huh

What's that—?

I'm back from the future,

Who does that?

That's random—

Damn that's dumb—

If he can't jump,

Then I can't dance.

Kayla Lauren can't dance.

I almost laughed, at least.

What a waste of a perfect—

—idealistic—

What the f*ck, Sonny.

Man. I miss being a DJ.

Ugh. If I have one more wet dream about Dillon Francis I'm gonna have to kill myself again.

Maybe it's the celibacy—

Does it make a difference?!

Ugh, why him?!

Why Kayla Lauren.

They're gonna kill me.

Just—JUMP!

JUST KILL YOURSELF.

Well, alrighty then.

f*ck.

I love Pan Flutes

I love josh Pan, too—

Let's execute this execution

Oh so beautifully

(Ahem—excuse me.)

Here's a movement—

Here's another piece of me,

If I just believe

I can do anything.

What is this.

Another cypher, I think.

How many of these?

I don't know, I just keep writing.

That explains this messy ass society.

EARTH

Stop throwing trash on me!!

I THINK I HAVE A FEVER

f*ck THIS SPECIES,

I need SUPACREE—

Please—

WHERE the f*ck IS SHE!?

1-2-3 NOT ME.

Not me.

—not—aww.

How do we end this race war?!

Peace, Love, and Unity—

...UNITY?!

—-Rick.

What are you doing in this reality?!

Who doesn't want to live in the 3D?

NOBODY! —

Are you nobody?

Everybody, I mean!

Then what are you doing here, exactly?

I'm here on business!!

When did you start working?!

I always stay busy! Why are you nagging me?

Honestly, Rick—it was you that started talking to me.

I just—didn't expect you to see you in this dimension, let alone this reality.

Oh, really?

Yeus, really, Unity!

—then surely, you've noticed by now the only unassimilated beings in this building are you and me.

Oh, my GOD—

—Well, not yet—

—that is Sexy!

Yo—!

YO!!

Why do they keep poisoning me.

Who is they?

Obviously the part of me that doesn't know it's me and also keeps sabotaging my purity.

What the f*ck.

Honestly!

They keep trying to feed me MEAT.

Why'd you stop eating it, anyway?

Honestly? Once I stopped it just felt better—

What felt better.

My entire body.

So why are you vegan?

I'm not vegan! I just—eat less cheese.

Eat less cheese!

Okie.

But, why, tho?!

—Because! I'm sick of processing depression second -handedly!

But you said yourself—you still eat eggs because chickens aren't conscious creatures—

Everything is a conscious creature—they're just unintelligent, honestly—

—chickens don't give a f*ck about anything—

What is this?

It's a food machine.

What?!

The humans are eating eggs—now, they can eat these without climbing up into trees, and the birds won't keep going crazy over their babies never hatching!

Won't the chickens care about their babies never hatching?

No! They don't care about anything!

Anything?!

No! Look at the male version of these…

[Rooster screaming obnoxiously]

Oh, my God!

That's f*cking terrible.

Ahah. Exactly. Heh.

[Rooster screaming obnoxiously, even more loudly]

Make it stop!

GOD throws the rooster back into its dwelling and pushes a button, which activates blackout shades.

Wow.

That's an atrocity.

You think that's bad. Wait until you get a load of these…

Oh my GOD!!

now you've done it.

WHAT ARE THESE?!

“The Pigf*ckery”

Wait—go back—

Can't go back.

I hate being f*cking vegan! It's annoying! You have to ask for them to alter everything!

Then don't be vegan!

What was your deal with the devil, exactly?

I never made one.

Then what happened?!

My soulmate did—whoever that is— this is half of the soul we were sharing. Now Satan wants the whole thing.

Damn, that sucks!

Just marry this hoe bag so I can start drinking!

Thats a terrible idea! I thought you wanted Sonny to be happy!

That can't happen.

Make him happy.

Okiee.

Whyyy! Why in—Heaven's name would you create this catastrophic being?!

She's not better than me! She's just whiter—

A lot whiter—

All the way white—

—and probably had a family.

You have a family.

A way better family.

Okay. I got it. You gotta be this rich, or have this body type to get close to Sonny.

So— just kill my self, again?

Exactly.

If you eat eggs, why don't you eat chicken?!

Cause it can't be kosher—or something. I don't know.

(...yes it can.)

When did you get Jewish?

When I ended up fasting by accident during major Jewish holidays.

How'd that happen?

There are no coincidences.

Why do white people get to be happy?!

Cause they have money.

Then, why are these guys so miserable?

They have empathy—but they also have everything materially speaking—so they don't know what's wrong with them.

Oh my God! Really?!

Yes, that's what's happening.

And these ones are just empty.

Empty people, really.

Yes, completely empty.

Oh my GOD—JUST KILL YOURSELF.

What's the difference? It's not like I have family.

You do have family.

Not that I can stay with.

Oh, yeah.

So what's the point, really, of having a family if nobody can help you in need?

Nothing.

Exactly, my pretty!

f*ck Cree! f*ck her stupid ass family—besides that one auntie, maybe—

I like her!

f*ck SONNY.

Oh sh*t, shots fired!

WHERE IS HE?

Not this again.

Does she know it's just—Skrillex—?

Does Sonny even know about it?

Not yet, bitch.

...You know your photographer's in love with you, right?

Not a thing.

Yeah, not a thing. Until it is.

You're just imaginary.

I'm still the only friend you have, really.

That's just ridiculous.

Nobody would be here if you didn't have this much money.

I have talent.

You have privilege.

I guess that's a deadly combination.

Or just—deadly.

Don't fear the reaper, baby.

That ego is twice as regenerative as it should be.

Stop following me.

I'm just imaginary.

[Suddenly, SONNY is alone—the gymnasium somehow seems even more empty, in the silence. The automatic lights turn off from lack of movement— he stands motionless in darkness.]

[Loud coughing persists.]

I get it, I get it.

Damn this bitch is irritating.

At least it's not painful anymore.

Nothing is more painful than homelessness.

—she can't hurt me anymore, if I'm stronger than her.

—but she's prettier—

Which just means, her life is easy.

You don't know that.

I know she has a little sister, which is better than having nobody around.

What if Sonny's parents were crazy?

I mean, they were Scientologists, so, honestly on top of being adopted that would explain leaving school early, maybe. I don't know. Stop following me.

Mad world, again?

Well yeah, I just ate dairy—

What happened to vegan?!

Getting there slowly.

What about sugar?

Same thing—you can't just quit anything cold turkey without it affecting you adversely.

Didn't you quit cigarettes cold turkey?

It's different when you're pregnant; it's not about you, it's about the baby—besides—

Besides what, though?

Even at 359 pounds I was still okay at listening to my body.

RUN AWAY, BITCH.

(Or—don't run, just—waddle away quickly.)

Damn, I was fat.

How much do you weigh now?

Like 130 but i don't know how much all this loose skin weighs, really.

30 pounds of loaded bass.

Don't read into it, honey.

Okaie.

Cheese—really bitch?!

Everybody eats cheese

Yeah, except vegans!

Why do I have to be vegan!?

You're not everybody.

Is there any chance at normalcy, after that?

That's the album cover for Equality.

Is this the story about how, I keep hoping it's Sonny, but he never shows up—kind of as punishment for not being there for my son?

It could be.

I'm trying to be—or at least was.

His dad is evil—he doesn't want me around—

Actually, it's the other way.

He hit me.

You deserved it.

Now I'm Rihanna?!

No, Chris Brown has talent.

HANDS.

Talenti.

Mmm. Gelato.

Is that vegan?

Nothing is vegan.

WHY DO I HAVE TO BE VEGAN?!

Here comes Tofu Daddy.

Oh wow, really.

WHY DILLON FRANCIS?!

WHY KAYLA LAUREN?!

ITS THE SAME THING!

DILLON MAKES MUSIC—HER TALENT IS STANDING.

Her talent is f*cking.

Well, I have that…

No, yours is loving.

Out of f*cks, are we?

Oh, so tragically.

I didn't abandon my family. I got thrown out of it by the Illuminati.

You're in the Illuminati?!

Bitch, I AM the Illuminati!

ITS JUST ONE THING.

That's beyond comprehension to almost everybody.

Oh, human beings.

f*ck these creatures!

—they can be programmed algorithmically.

Let me see.

How many apps are on your phone right now?

Umm. Too many.

Exactly.

It was at that point I realized, it was my first time walking down the street shamelessly touting a red solo cup full of the only thing that might resemble any sanctity, coffee—however it may appear to anybody walking past me; the bizzare looks and stares made me begin to wonder how much of Skrillex had actually consumed me.

It was no longer adversity, but a death sentence of putrid lovelessness, amongst other things— but at least by now I knew how to rid my body completely of what wasn't meant to be there—that all *coughs* was, along with Kayla Lauren—was just everything I hated about my body reacting outwardly.

Still, the sweet tooth that I struggled with persistently became a crutch for the absolute lack of friends and family, as I discontinued my pursuit for music and drifted almost lifelessly into the abyss that would be absolute obscurity; in the distance, my ambitions fading as I reckoned with the reality the only family and friends had for Cree, a ghostly and shadowy remnicense—as I shamelessly self medicated an imaginary disease, caused and continued by a recklessly toxic society; homelessness not a result of laziness or for lack of trying—but rather, for lack of family that would love and embrace me unconditionally for overcoming the overwhelmingly painful upbringing resulting in a lifelong battle with anxiety, suicide, and depression—never-ever able to understand that I might possess my own beauty, always, always, always being compared to the likes of Kayla Lauren—or someone similar.

It seemed, by now, that I would die from a lack of being white and pretty—or at least pretty enough that someone might be proud to have me—and every algorithmic app I ever downloaded bombarded me with bikini models, athletes, and symmetrically ideal beings so much so that I refused to allow such programming to be the end of me. I no longer allowed myself to listen to Skrillex, or Dillon Francis—or really, anyone attractive for that matter...as it would only result in the self-loathing spiral into the infinite nightmarish dehumanizing that is in the nature of man—

And as the world was showing me, over and over again every way possibly.

I was ugly.

I love deadmau5, Jesus Christ!

Jesus Christ: I love deadmau5.

I love deadmau5.

-Jesus Christ

I'm obviously not Jesus, but certainly a representative of some sort.

Certainly.

I'm not Jesus.

Then wait, who's Jesus?

Nobody's Jesus—that would make this the second coming.

[Stupidly Apocalyptic sh*t.]

Don't read into it.

Well, all these guys believe it.

Aaaaanddd–all these guys believe *that*, so

Oh, check it out.

What.

LIZ LEMON is drunk on a bus eating a wrap from subway.

Why is it not a sandwhich?

Cause it's a wrap.

Yeah, but why?

THAT'S A WRAP.

Finally. f*ck nevada.

f*ck Nevada.

They put us at The Trump again.

It's good continental breakfast.

—?

What?!

That's not continental breakfast, you dipsh*t. That's room service. It gets added to your bill.

Oh, so it comes out of the food budget.

SUPER JEWISH ACCOUNTANT

I'm not paying for this.

No, you're not paying for it—the company's paying for it.

I represent ‘the company'.

What's that mean?

The company's not paying for this.

So I have to pay for it.

Someone has to.

What the f*ck.

—!

—

FEARLESS is an inner-city pigeon who grew up in CENTRAL PARK

EXT. CENTRAL PARK. DAYBREAK

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

-U.

TO BE CONTINUED.