Why did you do this?

I didn't do this! You did this!

I didn't do this! Why would I do this?

How could you!

I didn't!

What the fuck is HE doing here?

What the fuck.

You need to stop this.

I can't stop.

What did you DO.

Exactly what I had to.

Shasta!

Who the fuck is that?

That's that bitch.

I told you it was Shasta.

Who the fuck is Shasta. What show is this?

Where is Skrillex?

FUCK SKR—

Wait, what show is this?

INT. THE VOID. DAY & NIGHT.

I remember the first time I ever realized, I could love anyone in the world, if they needed me to—or, if they just gave me the chance. Or if I got the chance. Or, if there was a chance.

And, if there was a chance, and it was supposed to happen, it always would—especially if I wanted it—

But definitely, if I needed it.

But, what is is “if”?

And, what is “supposed”?

What is it to “want”?

And what's a “need”?

Now I know— or at least pretend to.

Because, the more it is I think I know, the actual less I feel that I actually do;

None the wiser, I am what I always was—

And God is, as I am.

INT. TURNER STREET—FAIRBANKS, ALASKA. DAY.

Have you heard of Dillon Francis?

I mean, I've heard of him…

He's hilarious. I feel like me and him would get along.

I doubt that.

Look at this.

No, thank you.

Just watch it.

Video: Need You, NGTMRE and Dillon Francis

Dillon Francis: “so much trim , dude—shes overage, I think.”

—You're probably right.

Just watch it.

Nah, I'm good.

INT. GOOD CANNABIS—FAIRBANKS, ALASKA. DAY

—-

The DJ—slash—actor somehow became a muse for me after so tragically being entangled in a less-than-comfortable premonition turned fairytale fantasy via tragedy and trauma from the fallout of finding my formerly favorite founding father of modern dance music to have fallen from grace

—Or into it—

EXT. A DITCH SOMEWHERE. TWILIGHT

A drunken DJ is discarded.

—only to amazingly recoup and recover, seemingly like magic—

Which by the way, is real.

A comeback nobody saw coming—

And still doesn't see, at least—as of yet.

I remember the first time I levitated as an adult; two years later to that very day, I found myself uncontrollably laughing, to the opposite affect, so heavy I seemed almost to be bound to the floor;

It was the only gift I received for my birthday that year, though albeit unintentionally given

ROFLMAO.

What in the fuck does that mean?

Rolling on the floor, laughing my ass off.

OH, THAT CHUCKLEFUCKER.

I just laughed so hard, I came.

I saw.

Come here, kid.

OW.

Ohhhhhh, I see.

what was THAT.

Now, you listen,

I am listening.

No, you're laughing.

That was more than a laugh…

It was more than a look.

DID YOU SEE THAT?

WOW.

That was orgasmic.

Shishane!!

I gotta go.

Okay.

But come here.

(They kiss.)

See you tomorrow.

Yeah.

Okay

Hey, I'm home:

SHASTA!!!!!

Where WHERE YOU?

I had work.

Finally having caught up to SupaCree (in Skrillex's body), Sonny (as SupaCree) is flabbergasted at her actions.

Dressed super flamboyantly and colorful, "Skrillex" looks ridiculous, touting a Jamba Juice and sipping erroneously

SupaCree (S): what the fuck.

Skrillex (SC): Yooooo. You're ugly.

Mau5: you're one to talk.

Skrillex: Psh I am sexy as fuck right now.

Wow.

SupaCree: Jamba Juice? I don't drink Jamba Juice.

Skrillex: you do drink Jamba juice. I mean. I do. This was free. Actually, you know what, a lot of shit is free, when you're rich; it's fucked up.

Right.

Yeah. Doesn't make a lot of sense.

___________

(Earlier)

A super hot fan girl walks up to "Skrillex"

Hey stranger.

Hey...wow.

Yeah wow. This is kinda random, but would you want to… (whispers in ear)

Woah. That is random.

(Basic bitch giggle) haha yeah.

You would do that?

Yeah!

Because...I'm... Skrillex..?

Um, yeah, I guess…

Huh.

…

Well...would you do that if I wasn't Skrillex?

..um...no???

Huh.

___________

(later)

Skrillex (SC) Yo! Did you know that people will (whispers in ear) just because you're Skrillex.

SupaCree (S): (bashfully) Well, yeah...

Skrillex: YO!

_______

Switching Back

In an attempt to return to normal, Skrillex ends up back in his own body, but has left SupaCree and Dillon Francis now stranded in eachothers' bodies.

Skrillex/Sonny: sigh of relief--rolls eyes at outfit, but otherwise satisfied, shrugging.

SupaCree (DF) Woah I am...colors…! [Looks over self in awe]

Dillon Francis (SC): Awh what, no way! Aaaaghhh!

SupaCree (DF) [Looking down] ...these are tits.

Dillon Francis (SC) : HEY! Don't touch my tits! [Looks in mirror] FUCK YEAH, I'M DILLON FRANCIS:

Stuck in SuPaCree's body, Dillon Francis experiences full fledged synethesia heightened by the circumstances of the switch; an array of colors and vibrations fill the world; he stares, taken aback by Skrillex's "colors", which only he can see [but is clearly phonomenal.]

SupaCree: Oh man, this is... [looks at Skrillex] Whuuuut.

Skrillex: (creeped) What?

SupaCree (DF) [steps away from him, wide eyed] ...this is a lot.

Dillon Francis (SC) [checking himself out, approving] Dude I'm hungry. What do you eat?

SupaCree: what the fuck do you eat? Sugar Cubes of acid? What the FUCK!

Dillon francis: I try to stay away from processed sugar--

SupaCree: what the fuck is this shit?

Calm Down, You're just ugly.

Are you kidding me? !'m tripping dick right now.

Dillon Francis: I'm tripping dick right now--

SupaCree: HEY. Dont touch my dick! No tits, no dick!

Dillon Francis: first of all, I'm Dillon Francis, I can do whatever I want; secondly, nobody's touching your dick--ew--it's just attached to me.

SupaCree: What is wrong with you?!

Dillon Francis: nothing, im--i'm Dillon Francis.

SupaCree: WHY is everything wavy--what are these colors?

Dillon Francis: it's just---mild synesthesia--

SupaCree: "MILD" (to skrillex) Stay over there.

SKrillex: K.

Dillon Francis: It ramps up when I get excited. Or anxious. Or hungry.

SupaCree: Make it stop.

Dillon Francis: I can't. That's why I rave.

SupaCree: AGH.

Dillon Francis: Just don't get too close to Skrillex.

Both: Why?

Dillon Francis: I don't know, okay? Just...don't. And here, wear these [puts on sunglasses.] There.

SupaCree: better...kind of. This is insane.

Dillon Francis: just don't play his music…

SupaCree: why, what does your music do?

[Skrillex is silent. There is an obvious secret Dillon Francis sends a threatening glare towards him, and they nod in agreement not to elaborate]

SupaCree: nevermind. Switch me back.

Dillon Francis: no way! I'm an even whiter white guy now. I wanna go out!

SupaCree: out where?

Dillon Francis: I don't know. Somewhere really white. Like. Manhattan beach or--Beverly Center.

SupaCree: I don't wanna go out like this!

Dillon Francis: you're right, you look ridiculous.

[She's still dressed in all black, signature skrillex]

_____________

Skrillex, Dillon Francis and SupaCree end up as the finalists in the fight to the death J battle to become “God's” favorite DJ

__________

Dillonception

-Dillon Francis's Magical Universe immediately follows dillonception, where he uses his newly acquired = magic and works for a variety of characters to save the world, albeit from a DJless post apocalyptic wasteland.

_______

Hot fan girl from before: you deleted that picture, right?

(Later)

Dillon Francis (as supa Cree) is wearing a shirt with a picture of the fangirl and skrillex [insert goofy picture here] a reference to Getter, though the act is innocent rather than sexual, as the prior scenes indicate.

The Voices Parodyish

Dilon is the only person who sees Gerald and his friends/ family as “just a pinata”, however, Gerald, appears as, in fact, a real person to everyone else, who believes Dillon to just be joking, or even ‘a real asshole'

However, it is later revealed that as such, Dilon “suffers” from a condition similar to that which the main character of The Voices also struggle

Dillon Francis is officially too hot for Supacree (Sunni Blu, alternately) as they are often booked to work together, Supacree becomes clumsily awry of Dillon Francis, hanzel, and RAF respectively.

Don't do this.

I'm about to.

Just fucking stop!

I won't stop.

You're being ridiculous.

Yes, I am.

What—Dillon Francis?!

What—Kayla Lauren—?

It's a thing.

It's a cult.

Well, fuck this.

I want it.

So, get it.

I got it.

He played you.

Okay, then—

Listen to me—?

I am listening…

You are NOT—

Let me guess—

“NOT HIS TYPE”

—yeah, I know.

So, what's up!

Well, he's hot—

That's so gross—

I'm an adult—

He's a DJ—

—a record producer—

An Oscar nominated actor—

What?!

—and Grammy nominated.

Wait, excuse me.

Same year, too.

Different project, though.

How'd this happen?

“This can't happen”

Oh, my God!

That never happened.

What never happened?

Okay.

Exactly.

What about So—

WHO?

Sorry.

Right, exactly.

Hey, how's Kayla?

Who is “Kayla”?

Well, this hurts.

Just use it.

He won't stay.

Don't need it—

—that's the way//

I want it.

So.

Satan.

...hm?

Can you handle this?

This one's easy.

He looks simple.

But he's not.

Dillon Francis is one of the most powerful Gods of creation in existence.

What about Skrillex?

There's no Skrillex.

What about Sonny?

S/He killed him.

Oh.

Who's this?

This is Esmerelda.

What's...she doing?

Everything I won't.

Woah.

I'll be back.

What is this?

I remember this—he married her, and I suffered.

Who, Kayla Lauren?!

“She's so basic—“

So is Sonny.

OoooOoooOooo000hhhh—

—shots fired.

“ The Simple Skrillex”

That's this one.

Fuck this nigga

—fuck this nigga—

And his posse.

So, what's Dillon want?

Nothing to do with me—

Oh—

Who are you?

Who did you ask for?

...Jesus fucking Christ.

What, Dillon Francis?

...are you busy?

Jesus Christ and Dillon Francis finally have a face to face.

“An Extended Vacation”

Oh, my God.

Don't say that.

Fuck Dillon Francis.

...why does Dillon Francis have my dragon?

Does she know I have her dragon

WHY DOES DILLON FRANCIS—

Is she mad?

HABE MY DRAGON?

Mm. Is she coming?

You know what—?!

—

I should mention Wigga Skrillex, before I for get again

Man, fuck SKRILLEC!

Can't. He's “taken”

Oh, is he?

Plus, Dillon Francis has my—wait—.

How did Dillon Francis get my dragon?

Hoe did you get my dragon?

You keep me jet Blue

I can't forget you,

But I can forgive you for getting me

Used to this,

Uselessness

I'm just another useless piece of—

Dillon Francis, send this shit to Skrillex,

And just kill me—

Or let's burn it,

Just forget it;

Didn't write it

Need a girlfriend?

That can never happen

I don't want it,

I just fantasized about it once,

Or maybe twice

I'm in my mind,

I'll find you by the time I die,

Right?

Right?

Dillon Francis's kick drum.

In the reality where () becomes a college professor, she is interrupted by surprise and stunned, when Skrillex himself appears during a lecture deconstructing his music.

After being banished into a reality where Dillon Francis is a level-one DJ in present times, he furiously attempts to escape through multiple failed attempts. He has also lost his ability and masterful magic of music, and experiences the struggle of obscurity and insignificance in the oversaturated and unfair present music scene. Just as he crosses paths with the alternate reality in which he has fallen into an eternity long Dark Void, which spirals towards Hell in a Terrifying Twilight-Zone like wormhole of sorts, where one's deepest transgressions, fears, and doubts are projected through infinite dimensions, often resulting in “The Illusion of Death”, or rather, depending on the construct of the respective reality, the “nearest-to-Death” experience you can possibly have. As the Dillon Francis in the Dark Void gets nearer to Hell, The Dillon Francis in “Dillon Francis Has No Fans Land” (located amongst the Universal Network of alternate parallels U has been been banishing ‘Hollywood People' into, scattering them into realities where they either haven't-yet or never-will make it to superstardom/celebrity status. *Note* This Universe has the highest concentration of SS as an actual person, as it is revealed to be hidden nestled and hidden in a deep subliminal realm of her own subconscious, which creates a protected vortex “off map”, a hidden Universe with its own complexities, Laws of Science, and Concept of Time; A Nearly Inescapable Consciously constructed set on its own independent, multidimensional grid--which only () herself can travel throughout.

U kidnapping celebrities by Assassinating them through the “illusion of death” ( sometimes as the Colorful Crypt Keeper, depending on the reality) In our present reality (IRL) The Celebrities have either retired, disappeared into isolation “A Syd Barret”, or more dramatically, have actually died. Once removed from the current reality, the stars wake up in a new reality, where they are no longer wealthy, popular, famous or successful; While some entertainers happily (heaven) adjust to normalcy, finding happiness and bliss in simplicity, most are cascaded into an unraveling downward spiral, deteriorating their mental health as they experience life without privilege or status.

“If Your Name Is________________, You're In My Movie”

Once collected, they are then sent “One Deeper” into this skewed universe, again by Death, which happens in exact synchronicity of their first death, resetting time; they

“What is this, Bad DJ Land?”

“Yeah, I mean I call it, Dillon Francis Has No Fans Land, but. Yeah.”

(mimicking her) “Yeah.”

Venice Ventures (A Collection of Short FIlms, a Spinoff of the Scary Monsters Series, a Tie Into Secret Life of Sunni Blu/Much Ado About Sunni Blu, The Legend of SupaCree

-Venice Ventures (Pilot/Venice Mini Burning Man)

-Day Of The Dead

-Who Killed Matt Maeson

-Magic Is Real

-Magic Israel

-Magic Isn't Real

-LSDream (Pt I.Vegas)

-LSDream (Pt. II)

-Brillz (Sammi The Bampheramph, circa 2013)

-Au[DIO]tistic

SupaCree meets two new “friends” at a small festival; However, she soon finds that she's on her own, after feeling “third wheeled” and deciding to roam closer to her home (front and center) on the dance floor. During a drop, she breaks into her signature improvisational “dance trance”, drawing a crowd of impressed and fascinated ravers, becoming quite instantly popular; It's almost, even, as if she has fans--as people excitedly ask to trade kandi and share dances. Then, as Getter begins his set--a circle of people have formed around her, groups of tribes, squads, and kandi kids, magnetically drawn to the The Vibe (I Am The Vibe) and spirit energy that the music awakens within her; The Spirits have called her home to journey into the spirit world, sending “Angels”, or “Light Spirits” tasked to assure that she completes this passage into the spirit world--aligning the present, with the future and past; Alternately, in the Dark Underworld, Demons, or “Dark Spirits/Lost Souls” to work against the light, as an effort to consume her, reawakening The Ego. The Ascended Masters, as an order to bestow Stories of Origin, ancient wisdom, and awaken the God Consciousness, allowing for ascension and Projection within the Interdimensions--must release the seal which holds the oldest known [or unknown soul], so that the “Light Magic” can be passed back to the living descendants of the ancestors amast to be Ascended Masters. To Blissfully yet truly unaware of her own light--either deeply within, or shining throughout, people dancing near her are givingly sharing “conscious gifts” forming a smoke circle within what seems to be an almost gravitational pull. She smokes cooly within the circle, enjoying the auras of those around her--who laugh, smile, dance, and greet her with friendly excitement; As she circle closes, she is handed a mysterious cartridge, filled with a liquid which she quickly examines in the dark and smoky crowd of dancers.

...This is weed?

The girl neither shakes her head yes, or no--just gazing above the rims of her dark sunglasses. She takes three hits, and passes it back to the masked stranger, who disappears into the dancefloor.

Thanks! (but she is already gone)

The energy shifts around her, as her ravey extroversion quickly fades into an introverted and inward, calm and thoughtful state. She contently observes, as usual, checking back to see the the couple she came with, as they wave happily at her. She moves more closely to them, gesturing to meet her closer to the front of the dance floor. She looks up at the performance stage; the visuals, the lights, the many working parts of a high-production value theatrical production. The stage is set so that she has to look more upward at the DJ, who she stares at, drifting into what seems to be a daydream.

Its time for Meditation.

Meditate. Now?

Ground Yourself.

Are you serious? I just got here!

Sit.

As the bass drops, The world around her shifts, into a colorful array of light colliding with sound; Enter, World of Floor.

(A flashback, to past raves) I always knew this world existed, but never had I imagined the things I hadn't seen, around and between all the things I had as I was flying overhead, passing by admiring all the life...and all the lights...

(A montage of the World of Floor)

(The Cosmic Owl's Flight)

In a beautiful starlit meadow, on some distant parallel or humanoid existence, a group of boys are camping, being boys. One boy, a pale and slender boy with gentle eyes under pink-framed wide lens glasses, gazes up at the sparkling night sky toting his gun upwardly, looking through the scope. A bright shooting star appears, bedazzling him as he looks, rubbing his eye.

What are you aiming at? It's darktime, I doubt you'll find anything to shoot.

The boy shrugs,

Suit yourself.

The other boy heads back toward the fire, where at a distance one of the other boys asks “what is he doing?”

I don't know, psh.

Haha--maybe he's shooting stars.

Shut up!

They continue on.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, head pointed up as he watches the sky, inwardly wishing for another shooting star, then suddenly--a light, as something large and white flies over the campsite, leaving behind a gust of wind and sparkling light of stardust, dissipating as the boys all point their heads at the sky, wide eyed.

WOAH!

Did you see that?

What do you mean did I see that? I'm sitting right by you!

It went right over your head!

Like, right by!

They search the sky, as the stars seem to twinkle with a brighter blue-white light; The Giant White Owl once more flies by.

What the--

Don't just stand there!

What IS that thing?

I don't know!

Shoot it.

The boy panics, aiming for the bird. He fires a shot, missing her, then another.

Shoot it!

From a birds eye view, the boys seem small in the vast meadow, nestled in a beautiful valley on a gigantic “alien” planet, with colorful auroras dancing in the atmosphere. The owl glows with the neon light, with giant wise eyes, whose light reflects the tale of all time. Hearing the two shots, but unfamiliar with the sound, she glides into a curve diving downward over the mountainside, towards the boy with the glasses, in her eye surrounded by an aura of golden light; she tilts her head as the shine in her giant eye sparkles with a loving light; As she admires the light, she cries as the sound of the gunfire aligns with a bullet, spinning her graceful flight into a flash of light, leaving behind a twisting trail of cosmic light and stardust. [*Director's Note:Though she appears only as a Giant White Owl (though with a glowing bright white light, only the boy in the glasses sees (with the naked eye) the neon spectrum of light emitted by The Cosmic Owl, eventually a full Prisim..]

He jumps, as his eyes widen with shock and worry, in awe of the spiral of light and a shuttered surprise.

You got it!

Thank God, I would have called this whole thing off.

What was that?

At least he got it.

Taking his gun off and dropping it, he walks still in awe towards the mountain, in an almost hynotized and quiet stride.

...Hey, where are you going?

...I'm gonna go find it.

Go FIND IT?

Why!?

Just because it's not flying, doesn't mean it's not still alive!

That thing was giant!

Like three times your size!

Ten Times!

Unresponsive, and guided by the light, though fading, which has left a spiraled trail against the dark and starry sky. A giant moon rises over the mountain, as she runs into the forested hillside, ascending towards the spiraled light.

Go after him.

I'm not going after him.

Someone go get him.

YOU go get him.

Pftt. Fuck that.

They all stare blankly at eachother in an awkward silence.

...Mom's gonna kill us.

-Countdown

Shunned by h

They know I am Good.

Well.

How?

Who?

They.

Who this they?

Anyone that matters.

How--how?

Insomniac.

Right. EDC.

right.

The music.

Well, it can't always end in martyrdom

It always has

Stay humble.

All are one

Whose world is this, anyway?

Apparently, ours.

Sonny's somewhere

Sonny's always somewhere except, wherever I am.

Not true.

Oh, God.

Hm…? What?

I just want peace

Want, or need?

Need.

Fair.

I need PLUR

Al of it?

I'd gladly trade my life to rave again

You were promised an eternal cebration in paradice

Where's paradice

Stay on the path

San Diego would be on the path.

It is.

A town called paradice

Oh, Tiesto.

His wife is 23.

Gross.

Is it?

Is it love?

For now.

Have faith.

I am faith.

Be kind.

I am kindness.

I said, stay humble.

Kendrick.

And?

AND.

The remix is always better.

Only when it's. .

I am Skrillex.

As if.

what is "if".

Go make music.

Music made me.

I am music.

I need tome.

Who, what, and when, are driving in a car together…

The coffee rub (run*)

There's significance in that video there's significance in Dillon Francis

Even Deadmau5?

Who?

On God.

...what?

...oh great, now I gotta figure out which biblical character represents Dillon Francis?

It's not Jesus.

We know Jesus.

(Everyone knows Jesus)

It is Jesus.

Everything is everything.

That's a step.

No white saviors!

...go somewhere else.

Be a color!

…

___

There's a lady in my kitchen, cooking me breakfast.

I cooked breakfast.

...is it...poisoned?

No, it's breakfast.

…

…

It is hot.

Who are you?

*censored vigorously*

… Apparently, I'm Skrillex.

What the fuck.

What the fuck.

I gotta go.

through the other end of the telephone, a DJ, having overheard the conversation pipes in loudly, with peeping curiosity.

Is that Skrillex?

Call you back.

Supacree continues cooking comfortably.

Is he there?

Another DJ runs towards the phone, having overheard—in the background, we see a news program playing, the headline reads WHERE IS SKRILLEX, the latter obscured.

Is he there?!

Sounds like him.

Yo! It does!

Where is Skrillex!?

I gotta go.

He hangs up the phone.

…

Dillon suspiciously pushes back his plate.

SUPACREE

Let me guess.

DILLON FRANCIS

HEY GOOGLE, call

SUPACREE

I am Google.

DILLON FRANCIS

Apparently, You're Skrillex.

SUPACREE

Apparently, I am.

(I AM.)

What was that?

...what was that?

SUPACREE

That was Ï.

[beat.]

[Very awkward silence]

...I need a…

Eat your breakfast.

Who are you?

Listen, Dillon Francis.

Who is that?

That's—your name.

No, I'm not…

…

…who are you?

Alright, just— look.

“NOT DILLON FRANCIS”

She forfeits.

She forfeits?

This tournament is intense.

How do you even remember this story?

I just remember it...it sticks.

ASCENSION.

Who wrote this?

Who, indeed.

Explain that.

I can't explain that.

You made it, you have to explain it.

I didn't make it.

Yes, you did.

I didn't make this.

I will bring her here.

How?

Jeff: Don't ask me “how”, just watch.

(Jeff?)

What? I don't know how to spell “Excision”

((But I do.))

That's not a fucking FLEX, it's a SKRILLEX.

It is what it is!

IT IS WHAT IT IS AND I KNOW A SKRILLEX WHEN I SEE A SKRILLEX ITS A SKRILLEX.

*GASP* THE HEX.

(Oh shit, what Hex)

((The SKRILL-HEX))

(((AHA.))

Apparently.

Watch this.

[Ext. Basspod (Underground)]

Wait, she's leaving.

Where is she going?

I don't know.

Just--

I can't keep track!

She was just--

--RIGHT THERE--

Wait, what was that?

What was that?

Over there?

Over...where?

It's….it's that way.

That way what?

Lets go.

GETTER doesn't know what he did.

JEFF knows exactly what he did and isn't saying shit.

EXCISION knows where you can get it, but not unless you pay.

SKRILLEXCISION is the world's hottest super-duo,

(who is in reality, just one person.)

((and doesn't exist))

(((at least, in this dimension.)))

SUPACREE, is probably

-she dead

-she's an alien

-she has superpowers

That's just a Skrillex.

I don't think its--

Just leave it.

IT'S A BIRD. IT”S A PLANE. IT”S

SUPACREE

SUPACREE, WHO THE FUCK IS “SUPACREE”?

SUPACREE is a SUPERSTAR DJ.

(who is actually several different people)

((who are actually just one being))

(((infinite))

SKRILLEX is …

…

….

…

Explain that.

I can't explain that, I didn't make that.

Oh, you made it.

I--okay, wait--no. I am NOT taking responsibility for this--

(She is responsible for this)

((and infinite other things))

(((everything, actyally.)))

No, I mean, she's actually everything.

“Everything”

She doesn't know she's in control of it.

Wait, I can control it?

Watch.

Don't watch. Just listen.

It's not how i hear it, it's how I feel it.

Did you run?

NIGGA, I DID NOT RUN; I RAN.

Oh shit, now she knows she's in control of it.

Sick.

Yess--but she doesn't believe it, so it's fucking with existence.

Shit. This existence?

Every existence.

How can you tell?

I don't even know what I'm about to say before I say it, I think she's writing this...

Wait, do you usually know what you're going to say before you're gonna say it--?

I don't know, I can't remember anything before this happened--I'm not even sure if we existed, I think we might be in this shit.

Wait, like in this--like, we're not even…

...then it just ends, dude.

IT JUST ENDED?

But it wasn't just purple rain,

It was rainbows and--wait

So she..

Wait.

Two planets passing so closely, the two worlds are forever changed.

Well. Now that we know this is possible.

Oh shit, that

12th PLanet.

He's black?

I--

Huh.

Wait.

Wait. Can I...Remix this…?

What the fuck is a “Remix”?

The Remixes.

AH, FUCK THIS.

Wait, did it--

It did, it dropped.

He dropped it.

FUCK THIS DUDE.

OH, FUCK THIS MOTHERFUCKER.

THIS MOTHERFUCKER.

--BASS BITCH, MOTHERFUCKER!!

Is that the lyrics?

I don't know, that's just how it goes!

___

How do you know him…?

We are...friends.

BITCH, I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND--

DAMN!

--I AM YOUR SAVIOR, YOU SHOULD BE WORSHIPPING ME--

Oh, shit.

That took a turn.

-- I do worship you.

OH SHIT.

THAT TOOK ANOTHER TURN.

Are you sure it was CTHULU?

(Nods.)

Okay then, lets get this bitch.

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Skrillex and Dillon Francis make a Deal with The Ex.

OH SHIT--

IS THAT WHY SHE--

YAH.

UNH.

YAS.

So these planets pass so closely, that their atmosphere's collide, and--not only do they--

--THE PLANETS--

--actually manage to acknowledge eachother as it's happening, it actually alters their axis--

--yeah--

--and changes their orbital paths...

Yes.

WHAT?

Okay. So. Look.

There's two planets.

Two planets, yeah.

Different Galaxies.

Well yeah, that--that would depend, wouldn't it.

Dependent by which...definition... ?

I mean; what is even a Galaxy--

I mean, scientifically?

No, infinitely?

Excuse me?

I mean--what is a “galaxy” if existence is infinite.

It's--what?

If Everything is Everything; then whatever a galaxy is, by definition--what our actual perception of this reality is exactly just that

Whatever I was about to type was definitely better sou

The Legend of SupaCree follows an involuntary “hero” on her adventures, after her powers become unlocked; Now, she must join forces with the other DJ's to Save The Rave.

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SupaCree refuses to tell anybody anything.

(After Pre-edc scene)

oh dude, that's a lot.

It is a lot.

She still hasn't told her mom you're “Skrillex”

Ugh, no. And she makes me shop at K-Mart every time we go over there.

You got that at K-Mart? It's nice.

Yeah.

Where did