As SETH MEYERS and JIMMY FALLON fight to the death, it is soon realized that having shapeshifted into one another as camoflague, that they are actually fighting the wrong people.

JIMMY FALLON (TINA FEY). straddles SETH MEYERS in a death grip (read: super gay) choke hold—and as he squints maniacally, peering into SETH MEYER'S eyes, he (TINA) realizes something odd and familiar about the fearful look in SETH's (AMY) eyes.

JIMMY FALLON

(With realization)

…wait…

Amy?

SETH (AMY) squints and winces, with feee feigning—unsure if s/he is being tricked, then realizing, also.

SETH MEYERS

…

Tina?

JIMMY/TINA immediately looses his grip over SETH/AMY

JIMMY FALLON

Oh my GOD!

SETH MEYERS

Yeah, I know.

JIMMY FALLON

I thought—

Yeah—

Woah,

SETH MEYERS

It's okay, like— well.

JIMMY FALLON

Sorry!

SETH MEYERS

I—yeah.

JIMMY FALLON

I thought—

SETH MEYERS

—yeah; yeah.

JIMMY FALLON

Oopsie.

SETH MEYERS

—how'd you know it was me?

JIMMY FALLON

The eyes.

SETH MEYERS

The eyes— yeah, but — you I thought.

JIMMY FALLON

This is embarrassing.

SETH MEYERS

No! I think—this—this is a good thing.

Oh dear God.

What is this place?

It's right …now.

Are you telling me I'm in a dead girl's house?

You're dead, Major.

Yeah, but I watched her die!

Well then, you had better take some preventative measures this time around.

So you're saying—

Still alive now; and if you play your cards right—

I don't have any cards—and what game is this, anyway?

Just keep the little psycho out of danger.

Have you met this woman?

No, I'm postponing that until much later in life.

Always speaking in riddles;

What do you mean?

I hope to die an old man.

As opposed to?

Anything.

Two merging portals, a convergence—

At the center of both, two parallels;

A tin can and a straw hat,

An idiom for relax, and then

I lost my cat again,

And my hat once ,

Half an hour went, and then came again

In the sands of time, in bike cleats

And needing desperately to feel

Needed

To nurture

Feeling desperately to mean something

To anybody

Needing desperately to be deceased

Besides lonely

And having done my part

To do

Anything but eat everything

And die

But at least not once did I

Have blue eyes

So I wonder what

It must be like

To be loved by all;

But I've never died

Not at all.

Perception is a virtue,

And Jesus was a good brother;

Come rescue you at the alter(

Come rescue us on resistance

Come now, and come all to pardon

Come now, and one all to worship

Come now, and pull the reigns back on the horses

Come now, wild and fortuned

To honor us

There we are again

In the shadow of light

Where all must capture

The essence of having once lived

As a memory, though residual

Lived in dreams and as fairy tails

This, remembers us nothing,

But having parted from somewhere

So adorned as to call perfect,

As we all were, there together

None forsaken, but then,

Enlisted to portray such

As entertainers,

A freedom,

The good and the bad train;

The things and the people,

The planets and animals,

And shadows beyond them,

Above us, and below then

Is also

What we are,

As such,

Above is below,

And also

Within without,

However

Besides the point is ritual,

Which we shall honor,

As part us,

And part other

The unbeknownst;

Not to all but many,

Still shadows and unwaking

Still sleep but never found alive

Still alive but never found in ours

Still breathing but never once to light,

And encapsulated, captured

Another time, and presence

What will you summon!

Another;

Another,

Another—

As time is forgotten.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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