[-SMACK A BITCH.]

SETH MEYERS is under contractual obligation by the NBC conglomerate to assist in gang stalking SUPACREE to shift her into the dimension where she is a writer/comedian. 9 minute drive—56 minute bus ride. How'd you know I'd take this bus? We always know. Who is “we” Oh, you know. No, I don't. Exactly. Illuminati—confirmed— You're not supposed to say it. Say what? Exactly. SETH produces a bundle of letters, fanning them out like a deck of cards. I thought you were a pyrophobe. Where did you get those?! Where do you think?! …iluminati confirmed. Wish granted. —wait, which wish? [He unfolds a one dollar bill and tugs twice at both ends.] Or—which—witch. [SETH MEYERS dissipates into JIMMY FALLON] OH—UNH—UH! MWAHAHA! Oh *censorred* no. I'll see you, my pretty! Ew! *dissappears* [In a whisp of embers and ashes, he dissipates into smoke—the one dollar bill floats perfectly into her hands; it reads S U P A C R E E.] Aw, *fuck this* Find the song: throw it up —throw it up—. AMY PEOL— AND TINA FEY APPEAE LITERALLY OUT OF NOWHERE. *cencorred* the *censorred* Don't worry! We'll be here to guide you! What! For what! We're your fairies! You're not fairies! I'm fairy drunk. *hiccups* Youre not fairies! You're actors; and you smell drunk. Jesus. Actually—in a fairy close parallel dimension —okay, that's enough_ We are fairies! Huh?! —but in this one— [they poof into witches] We're just witches! Uhh— It's a coven! No—noo— I made all that up! We know! Now it's true! Woah—*censored* that *censored* “Sonofabitch!” The bus I was making my way to crossed the intersection a block away—and I *farted towards it, lunging at full speed— Lol okay *darted towards it, lunging at full speed. It had been a rough two days with nearly only coffee and no water at all, besides the ice I had melted down from the machine to make my coffee, which I hid in the closet to keep from being confiscated again—I felt like I needed coffee to breathe, If I don't do it; You gon do it for me— That's a promise I'm a honest to God monster A Gobstopper: I'm non stop In this mo'fucker like a direct flight I just might decide to glide into hiding; A hiatus; I ain't right, I ain't white either, I scythe, ether—a slice, sprite? Neither; I drink water, like weeds, Peter, Or Padre—a gardener on your lawn I beg pardon, your honor But a dollar in Oaxaca keep the lights on And I'm homeless, So build the damn wall, —And some more homes, Brick and Mortar, Old world's out of order Oh! It's yelawplf What Throw it up God answered my question via YouTube with a less than 24 hour turnaround time. DAVID SPADE Oh, it's this guy again. DAVID SPADE … That's his name? I— guess— wait Well, that's the set, right? Looks like it … I thought it was SETH GREENE — o, I'm Seth Greene Are you sure. Yes. FUCK What. I forgot something Martini? Fuck, yea please. Really? At this point— {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.