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What are you doing? Nothing you wouldn't. Hm. [a pause.] —It smells of blood. Hm. Keen sense of smell—and familiarity with uncommon scents. A bird flew into my window this morning. BIRD hey! *smashes against window* …it wasn't open. Damn! How does that happen?! GOD Did you see that, though? Yeah, God—okay, you win. I'm up, I'm up. GOD You okay, Jack? I'm fine, I'm okay. Try being a better bird. I'm—the best bird I can be. I meant— a bigger bird. Much smarter. It's not my fault; I thought that the fourth wall was already broken. It was; your mistake however lies in the simple fact that that wasn't the fourth wall, it was a window. My mistake. Try a Seagul. Wouldn't it be amazing if peacocks could fly. CUT TO: [PEACOCKS can fly.] OH DEAR GOD. CUT BACK TO: No, it would not. Kesha — tik tok Ohhhhh, that was Kesha. Yes. I get it now. No, no you really don't. Should I be afraid of whatever's about to happen? I think you should be more concerned about the things that shouldn't, and are. Oh…Kay… Every kiss begins with —kill the bitch. Holy shit! Another one! Don't worry about it. The DJs (It would be the DJs doing this) It would have to be! Have developed a bird-cannon. (Actually, it's just a t-shirt cannon from the music festival.) Which music festival? Idk, you pick MAGIC MIKES MUSIC MAYHEM {Sponsored by Mike's Hard Lemonade} Sure. I like that one. It—yeah. Whatever. Isn't it just technically— INT. THE INFINITE RAVE. —wait, are you naked right now? … I'm always naked. GROSS. Barf. If you want. I'm not changing. The three DJ's with the bird cannon have successfully tricked— Who is it Idk —The DJ inside into rescuing the three birds catapulted at the window; this results in the DJs then shapeshifting into the three birds in order to infiltrate the DJ's kitchen, which has been reportedly used as a multidimensional portal. We soon discover (or have already discovered, keeping on the series progression or multidimensional arc,) that the entire building itself can be transported throughout time and space, which the DJ, [who has been revealed as an immortal mystic space God] often moves through realms and throughout time and space in order to bend and manipulate reality—destined to find a hospitable destination, where likely the planet's inhabitants have reversed earth's untimely demise and preserved humanity, and ideally, where the world is living in peace and harmony with itself and one another. Lol the building moves. It doesn't exist! It kind of exists! It has to! Yeah— kind of. Psh! I'm so hot That I put Pancakes on my Mancakes. Psssst. (Sizzle) I put pancakes on my mancakes (Flip em) I put pancakes on my pancakes. (Sweet and hot like a McGriddle) I put pancakes on my mancakes. For rizzle. SUNNI BLŪ has become so visibly veluptuous that people are beginning to talk about it— a lot. I told you, stop squatting! I can't! All the tour bus gots is barbells! Can't you just go running like a NORMAL person? Go run where?! My face is on everything! CUT TO. FLASHBACK- before: FANS Omg is that him. *girls screaming* *cattle stampeding* *pandemonium* CUT BACK TO: —and that was at my house! Sunni— —in Iowa! s—you bought I house in Iowa? Hence the cattle. Duh. God. I thought it would be quiet there! SUNNI BLU counters this speculation with a new single which references having glutes so intensely hot that one is able to cook pancakes atop them, in which the music video showcases Sunni's bottom being used as a pancake griddle and features rap legend SNOOP DOGG— MANCAKES ft. SNOOP DOGG Models and dancers surround SUNNI rapping and take turns making pancakes on the veluptuous butt—ie—“mancakes.” Dressed in scantily clad chefs outfits/ sexy aprons and barbecue outfits// a barbecue pool party scene in which the booty is used as a pancake grill while the models and dancers drink mimosas at a backyard brunch. The song wins numerous accolades including song of the year, and skyrockets sunni BLU even further into fame—luckily, this distracts the public from further speculation, however— a small group of other celebrities become suspicious after unanimously deciding that the “jiggle factor” of the butt is explicitly female, and launch a secret csmpaign to expose Sunnï Blū as a transgender—thinking that this will upset the rap and hip hop community, and resulting in Sunnï Blu's removal from the top of the pyramid crowned as the entertainment kingpin. The Festival Project.™] The Complex Collective © COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.