JIMMY KIMMEL takes a long horn of a mysterious white substance up his nose.

JIMMY KIMMEL

You're right. That is good cocaine. Like really good.

—only the best!

JIMMY KIMMEL

I'm going to bed now

What?!

JIMMY KIMMEL

I've got to go to sleep.

Are you serious?!

JIMMY KIMMEL

Very serious. You know. Mucho tired.

Now excuse me.

I don't understand.

JIMMY KIMMEL passes out face down on the couch.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Lil bitz

The jonas borthers made a christmas movie and at first I wasn't sure why,

But then I thought about it harder,

I was like

“jonas brothers…

Christmas…?”

Oh, i get it–

Like,

“Ho, Ho, Ho!”

…cause there's three of them.

L. JONES

DUM-DUM!

YA LOOK RATCHET.

BLŪ

Omg why r u 18 feet tall.

L. JONES

YA LOOK CRUSTY.

BLŪ

I am crusty.

L. JONES

YA LOOK LOST.

BLŨ.

I am lost!

L. JONES

WHY I AINT GET MY WISH YET?

HUH?!

I'm not being Blū Tha Gürū right now. I'm just—

[almost hit by a bus]

L. JONES

you simple bitch.

BLŨ

—blū.

L. JONES

What the hell that supposed to mean?

BLŪ

You came all the way to the lower realms just to be that tall.

—Nah! Look, this is difficult. Can we just MERGE?

BLŪ

Nah uh— I already merged with—

L. JONES

Uhh-huh!

—enough of you!

Enough of you

—“alumni”

Enough of you already!

Just.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Alright. We merged.

Now where we at?

I don't even know.

Simple bitch.

Molly with the suede suit,

Black shirt

Tan boots,

Truth, King,

Speak words—

Design: leave earth

Three times,

I need

Meanwhile,

Three hursts,

Three tries,

The bullet doesn't miss twice,

He hurts.

Please, rehearse

Get back in the beer bandit

Here, bandit!

(Hound dog)

Heavy job, son—

Him and all birds,

All God,

That's a strong heart—

Let it blow out.

Candle dust?

Here and there.

Set the box?

Theatre office.

Want a crumb?

Want a whole number on a warred bat?

This dimension's all that;

This dimension's all that and then some!

Clear to the agenda and a brick wall—

I'll probably cut my head off

I'll probably cut my head off—

Before I cut my hair off;

Lead ball?

Medicine.

Ten tall messages and massive planted evidence.

Ten all autographs and all the fumbled balls caught;

Penned down hens and reprimanded feeble horseradish,

Course, cough, hold it back a second if you're strong, though—

Sure, cross your heart inside of Molly in the bottle,

I put the message down the river just a bit,

But just a bit—

But just a second, for the kids;

The syndicate is dead, infact.

I'm stuck inside your head, in fact—

The President misread, in fact,

The fractal our eyes mattered,

Tip a hat to Mr. Random,

On appealed ball fields,

Diplomat and moral conduct,

Struck before the clock forgot construct itself,

Around and about,

For here and for now, our—

Missing hatred for negating, nothing said I

And bitter here bats, and slaughtered hear hearts,

For the never late the daughters eyes,

For turning over Lilly leaves and parceled tongues,

And tisk for tat, there were upon the Ace, her hands

And slain in ink for our might.

Therefore, to say, he hated her,

Bearing him none and down the arm would flow the anchor, gallantly—

Whispering cheery cherry blossoms in the hour I,

For their time stands to nothing,

Stands to none at all but thought forgotten

Here for are, I

And bare to one the number,

Won the fight and mastered in the mortar,

All the ashes flames and flit and flicker, tith the half, I,

And fully weighed the anchor this and hither bate of fount, aye.

And thou art my God;

To stand and know and wither here under yet; brings us though nothing but thousand years longer,

And nothing this time has yet passed us in all knowing, not keeping but feeling not seeking the band her;

This waits you and I forage keep the heaping wate and grip that have I for your fortune, meadow tatter art,

And ye,

Ye shall not find me.

Now I go.

What?!

She said she's leaving.

IKNOWTHAT,

L E G E N D S

Red is the ram,

Goes hard on the court;

Ramshakle! Ramshakle!

Full on the course;

Coarse is the red jackal,

Red suit and tie;

Red is the sea,

If you're willing to die,

And I'd part it for neither and none,

So come one and come all

To the unknown dungeon,

Of full feathered flowers.

This thing is just festering— I've got to pop it.

Not yet.

I told you, there in his pocket—

An advocate of the well known not-God,

Sure was Chaos the done and the forest,

Dark shadow!

Dark shadow,

Willing and honored.

Forgiving and honest, brotherhoods—

But who art thou?

Keeping your tied and your triads as morals;

Sacred for neither and loyal to none are,

And art in her folds, so as one,

We become our.

Hours and ions and //

Glitches//

And circuit,

Missed calls and mystics//

[Intercepted]

Hollow and all words

And all worlds have gathered

Beyond all our knowledge

The all known has shattered.

So sits beyond her graces in said forest as before none,

And her altered battered ties to one beyond but not the rope cut,

This twisting and the tide came,

All as Scarlett, bronze, and crimson—

Kill her, sire, sure—would you?

Do her the honor;

Untie the monster,

And relish her pleasure,

Please, sir, would you??

Shook her, wrought and gaping,

Incrept, slaughtered and martyred—

Bonded but not undone,

As I bow before I.

—bleeding waves.

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