06. PEOPLE.

Loyalty,

Respect for the family

Honor to the matriarch,

And understanding of the father,

Whoever you are

Off of it,

For now, at least

A thoughtful subject

Willing to do anything and all

For the sake of the artform

Your hearts and your secrets are

Acknowledged,

I am honorable, trustworthy

And safe, you see

You really think I'd risk your reputation and put the future of my career in jeopardy?

I thought maybe—

Well, do me a favor—don't think at all

But especially of me

[The cream of the crop

Will rise to the top.]

All rise,

All I'm craving on Passover is

Things that rise up, like I oughtta

But I just bought a prescription

Full of omissions and admissions

A ticket to watch the policy reform

Or something,

I'm sure if imm watching closely I could

Probably find

I'm being brought up

And hung over board

Like I ought to be

I'm sorry,

But also bored,

Of him

And myself,

Sure there's a forward in my book for them all

Who wasn't there when I walked across the hall

To the commencement ceremony

Case adjourned or dismissed

As ridiculous as the algorithm its

As easy as it is just for

Forget it all, and move on from this

Polish up my trophies

I don't want a dog

Or no one to love me

Ever again

Honestly

Yo, dude, the truth is

I love music, Jews

And short stories

Whoever wrote em

Poems, and sure—

Your body's disgusting,

But beyond that,

You've had a fascinating personality

And fat ass

Since the very beginning

My friends, lovers and misterssses

All gallivant and rant about you

Give you attention

It's just another dick,

Another lesson

Another flatline, and after that

Was nothing

Where I went back to the dimension

Where I fear the electricity and cooking gas has no

Phantom,

It's actually random how bad it is,

The reverence for television

Another addiction

Or a magic trick

Another rabbit,

It comes and and it passes,

Thank god for that, though

I'd had it with him

Now, back to Patrick—

I like his attitude, actually

“Dammit”

Says Dillon Francis,

I was almost out of it,

Now I'm back in it again

“Yes” I said to him

“But differently”

This time,

I only pay attention to his

Filmography

Instead of his geography, genetics,

Latest releases and his girlfriend

Cause let's face it

I still hate that shady demon

But hey, I made the game up

So o guess you could say

I'm finally playing it

SUNNI BLŪ

Look at my dick!

I'm pitching a tent

Come sit on this!

Attention!

I'll pay you rent!

Let's get dinner!

Are you into this?

I got dentures!

Insurance on bitches

Suicide doors make you

Deathwish

If you do not get on my guest list!

(SYRUP)

Fuck man, I gotta get rid of this thing!

What is it?!

I don't know yet!

I got a hoe-y

Named Zoe

When my wifey ain't home

She come over and know me

Woah

Come over and blow me

Got another named Chloe

Don't know where my home is

Nope!

But I know how a hoe gets

Don't pick up the phone,

That's I no

I got problems

Just get her a Benz, yo

That makes more sense, bro

I'm coming down I got

Benzos all on my adderall

This isn't fun at all

I'm a superstar

I need a trip to the moon and back

For what.

I don't know.

There's something up there.

James cannon is an action hero line none other— and that's because there are so many of them, and yet

I'm James cannon

None of them look the same.

James cannon?

I'm-James Cannon,

Sir!

What is it?

I'm James cannon!

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You smell like a dental office.

Must be my oral fixations.

You look like you wear dentures.

Okay, really?

–But nice ones.

You're a dead man, Fallon.

Have you visited your algorithm lately?

I'm not afraid of you!

[the man shoots a member of his own team]

Now are you afraid?

I'm more, concerned, actually— worried, maybe.

You should probably be afraid.

What, “probably”?

Don't get smart with me, I'll end you.

I'm not smart, I'm funny.

Uh, okay?

And you're not gonna shoot me, you know why?

Who said I was gonna shoot you?

[a moment of tension arises, FALLON gulps nervously, but doesn't back down, keeping eye contact with his captor]

That was my friend. I shot him.

That was your friend? You have friends?!

I HAVE FRIENDS,

I have the FRIENDS spec!

I have the kind of friends you're gonna need, Fallon; cause what I'm gonna do to you—you're gonna wish I'd just shot ya.

Turns out when I make wishes—they come true.

Nice.

Alright, Fallon or Leno.

What.

You have to pick

It's not even—that's—

Come on!

Aaaaahhh— Leno.

WHAT.

YES.

DAMMIT.

Alright. Next:

Call on me, would ya?!

Fallon, Or Kimmel?

Whaaaaaaaaat.

Come on.

You gotta pick, man.

Jesus [expletive] Christ.

Kimmel.

Are you serious.

Yippie.

Alright.

Now.

[explotive] me, man.

Fallon or O'Brian.

Don't do this to me.

Oh, come on man.

It's a death match. You have to—

Alright, alright— fine—

You leave Fallon alone.

Fuck off, I do what I want.

It was supposed to have been different.

You should have thought about that, before wishing so hard to be on the television

Here's a visual of your simulation

Hatred, assimilation of the nations latest migration

A rampant attack on

American integrity

At least have some respect,

For the rest of us

You don't go to someone's house after basically being invited

Whatever, they more just stormed in like

WE ARE COMING IN HERE

And you're like

That's fine, just—

You can earn your keep, just don't

*THROWING TRASH*

*PLAYING ONNOXIOUS LOUD MUSIC*

*HAVING 90 disrespectful ass kids*

Okay, that's…

Okay.

It's fine, just don't

*BREAKS EVERYTHING*

*facepalm*

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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