 
UNIVERSAL SAVIORS:

Cast:

Blorg: as Blorg, Esquire

Jesus: as Jesus

Evil Jesus: as himself.

And many more, which will become obvious, over time!

Transcribed By: Frederick Kyle Ventresca, aka Fred Ventresca

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PILOT EPISODE!

This story takes place in the past.

Intro: ((Fade In))

((Courtroom above view, with ceiling fans and a packed area surrounding a swirling void of stars and various white and black stripes. This is a Void of Justice, where Blorg is attempting to prosecute a man for a DUI, when he crashed his spaceship into Blorg's, while going to the other arraignment for the man, for the same crime. Yes, Blorg's spaceship got hit twice.))

((The man's defender is literally the devil's advocate, Evil Jesus. His opening line, after clearing his throat begins thusly:))

EJ: Ladies and Gentlemen, ((raises eyebrows)), I show you Exhibit A, my client, the accused in the crime of driving on the wrong side of the road causing a collision with, the prosecutor, Blorg, Esquire.

((Cut to an expression of Jesus, angry with arms folded, while Evil Jesus speaking confidently.))

Jesus: ((Interior Monologue, echo)) Look at him, I mean look at him. Total disregard for the law, completely exploitative. ((Close up)) I hate that guy! ((Expression changes)) Wait, I'm judging. Why am I being judgmental? Why am I a prosecutor anyway? What am I doing with my life?

Blorg: ((Green and Brown Praying Mantis with a necktie))((Interior Monologue, Telepathy)) I know, I feel the same way every day.

((LARGE GAVEL, WITH BOOMING ECHO SHAKES ROOM AND ALL WITHIN)) JUDGE GAVEL: ((GIANT HAMMER, GIANT FEET)) THERE WILL BE NO FURTHER TELEPATHY OR CELL PHONE USAGE DURING THE PROCEEDINGS!

Blorg + Jesus: ((unision, out loud)) Sorry your honor.

GAVEL ((FOOTSHOT)): THE DEFENSE WILL CONTINUE.

Evil Jesus: ((innocent expression, eyes looking upward, sheepish grin)) Thank you your honor, I always respect the law ((overly sincere)) ((Jesus looks on frustrated)).

GAVEL: ((HAMMERSHOT)) PLEASE CONTINUE

Evil Jesus: First of all, I'd like to point to exhibits A and B.

((quick pan to Blorg and Jesus, surprised, looking around))

Evil Jesus: No, no over here, ((camera pan back to over to the defense's side.)) To these two pitchers of water, which I recall mentioning one time or another ((Jesus's expression: fuming, arms folded, not even looking.))

Crowd: Ooh, whoa it's him! ((camera flash from the back of courtroom))

GAVEL: NO MORE PAPARAZZI! ((GAVEL, ENTIRE ROOM SHAKES, EVERYONE INSIDE THE RADIUS AS WELL)) CONTINUE!

Evil Jesus: ((close up, standing tall)) Now, my client was accused of driving under the influence. Now what do we consider influence? Words cause influence, as does music, correct?))

((Crowd and Jury shot))((Grumbles from crowds, murmuring about music, as does the jury, general disgust))

Evil Jesus: ((return to close up)) In addition, my client is a being, correct? With the capacity to be influenced on a chemical level brought about by stimulus, within, ((closer in, hands up to aha expression))his own body. ((Evil Jesus rolls a chart underneath his client's head, showing a funky graph misrepresenting biology.))

Blorg: Objection! This chart was not declared as an exhibit! In addition, this representation does not represent conscious beings as a whole! ((exasperated expression, claws wide in angst)).

((GAVEL SHOT, ROOM SHAKES)) GAVEL: SUSTAINED

Evil Jesus: As my counterpart on the prosecution pointed out, ((right hand to chart)), the diagram shown is not to scale ((looks gloomily at Blorg)) for every species.

Blorg: ((disgruntled look, closeup)).

Evil Jesus: However, what you'll find is that because of this, the prosecution has no real substantial claim as to the methods of intoxication.

Jesus: Objection! ((close shot)) You're only capable of this because you're half of my emotional outlook.

Evil Jesus: So, you're implying you're evil then? ((rolls eyes))((goofy expression with a smirk)).

Jesus: ((grumbles))

GAVEL: ((HAMMER, ROOM SHAKES)) UNPROVEN! CONTINUE!

Evil Jesus: Thank you your honor ((closer up)). Now if I may direct back to the first two exhibits ((walking to table behind him)), these pitches of water. ((hands pointing))

Jesus: Oh, no... ((zoom in))((hands on face))

Evil Jesus: Now, what you'll find here ((picking up pitchers with both hands))((smile on face)).

Jesus: ((closer up)) He's doing this again! ((flustered))

Evil Jesus: Notice how I can take each pitcher, and create wine from water. ((pours pitchers back and forth, to create water to wine.))

Jesus: ((cut back)) He does this every DUI case! ((grits teeth)).

GAVEL: ((HAMMERSHOT)) QUIET PLEASE!

Jesus: ((close up shot)) Apologies your honor but this is pure conjecture! ((closer up)) This example cannot be proven to establish inebriation. Wine is different from water for many reasons. ((closer in)) Besides, doesn't anybody remember me doing that?

((Silence))

Evil Jesus: Perhaps you should have objected originally.

((CROWD ROARS, GAVEL BLASTS, ROOM AND TABLES SHAKE AMIDST LAUGHTER))

Jesus: ((hands on face)) I need a new job.

Blorg: Don't worry ok?

Jesus: How? He's totally stealing the whole point!

Evil Jesus: Now, observe if you will, the alteration that occurs in color alone as I pour back and forth. Back, and to the left, back and to the left. ((closer shots between, pouring)).

Crowd: ((OOHS, AAHHS FOR EACH POUR))

Evil Jesus: Now, what you see is water to wine right? Well, observe as wine, goes back to water ((multiple pours)). Pretty cool huh?

Crowd: ((AHH!))

Jesus: ((pinching nose bridge, eyes clenched))((lower volume, angrier)) Every time, he does this every time.

Evil Jesus: ((cut back, to between tables)) Now, you'll see that water, turns from wine, to water, back again as you can see on this representation of ((holds pitchers up, shaking slightly)) "Most" ((quote signs)), species.

Blorg: ((rolls eyes))

Evil Jesus: So, we can safely say, that wine turns to water. ((Close up)) Which means, my client was not only sober, but quite sober at the time of the accident in question.

Blorg: Objection! Your honor, the defendant was not actually sober at the time of the accident.

GAVEL: PROOF TO SUSTAIN SUCH?

Blorg: ((stands up, pointing at the accused)) He totaled my last space ship, on the way to his last arraignment, for hitting my space ship last time!

((Accused shown, asleep and hiccupping))

GAVEL: ((HAMMER SLAM, ROOM SHAKES)) INSUFFICIENT!

Blorg: ((sits down)) I can't believe full tort didn't cover this, I mean really.

GAVEL: THE PROSECUTION WILL STOP CREATING DISCORD.

Blorg: ((hand on face, elbow on table))((mutters)) Not like we're creating justice...

GAVEL: ((CLOSE UP OF HAMMER)) WHAT WAS THAT?

Blorg: ((surprised)) Er, no, thing, like creating justice ((smiles awkwardly))

GAVEL: ((HAMMER CLOSE UP)) ((PAUSE))

Blorg: ((Brief close up))((More awkward))((Looking around))

GAVEL: ((HAMMERSHOT)) THE DEFENSE WILL CONTINUE.

Evil Jesus: ((cut back)) Thank you, your honor. Now, you'll find that water to wine, and wine to water ((pitcher shot, over bored courtroom))((many attendants and jurists staring off into space))((one jurist playing brain games on a little monitor in front of their eyes)), shows ((emphasis))((accused shot))((still asleep and hiccupping)), my client, ((cut back to Evil Jesus)) was merely seeking hydration, for survival. Does that make him the subject of alienation and antagonism?

CROWD AND JURY: ((SCREAMING OUTRAGE))

GAVEL: ((HAMMER SLAMSHOT))((ROOM AND TABLE SHAKING SHOT)) ORDER! THIS HAMMER DEMANDS ORDER!

Evil Jesus: Case in point your honor, and beings of this Universal Court; My client was merely exchanging his fluids and circulating such not to imbibe, but to survive, as mentioned through this method, which we're all quite aware of. ((shaking pitchers next to diagram like maracas))((nodding, smiling))

Jesus: ((head to desk shot))

GAVEL: I'VE HEARD ENOUGH, AND MY EARS ARE MILES ABOVE THIS COURT! CASE DISMISSED! ((GAVEL SLAM, SHAKES ROOM)).

Evil Jesus: Congratulations on the dismissal. ((shaking hands with the accused, groggy, arms limp)).

DUI Client: ((Yawns))((Hiccups)) Thanks J man, I knew you wouldn't judge me, like that guy. ((Points to Jesus, who has his head in his hands now))

Jesus: ((still head on desk))((muffled)) You'd think after five charges in a row he'd get it.

INTRO: UNIVERSAL SAVIORS! IN COLOR ((US SYMBOL, SLIDES INTO SCREEN, TO REVEAL THE STEPS OF UNIVERSAL COURT. STARRY BACKGROUND WITH HOVER CARS, SPACE SHIPS, DRAGONS, DRAGONFLIES, BUTTERFLIES, FAIRIES, CLOUDS AND A CARPET PASSING, ROLLED UP. BRIEF MOMENT WITH A WIZARD WAITING, A VALET BRINGING HIS DRAGON FLY TO THE FRONT STEPS, THE WIZARD BOARDING, AND THE VALET HOLDING HIS HAND OUT FOR A TIP. THE DRAGON FLY IMMEDIATELY PICKS UP THE VALET, WITH THE WIZARD CACKLING, FLIES OFF TO REVEAL BLORG AND JESUS SITTING ON THE LONG STEPS OF THE COURTHOUSE, OUTSIDE THE VOID OF JUSTICE.))

Jesus: I just can't believe this, what the point of law anymore ((freaking out))((next to shot of Blorg, showing steps to Jesus's left.)) I mean it's almost as though the universe is completely backwards! ((closer in))((sighs)) There was a time when all of this mattered, and all that we experienced were not just a parlor trick to assuage guilt and remembering such ((puts head in hands))((Evil Jesus footsteps off camera)).

Evil Jesus: Tell it to Pilate, crybaby! ((passing shot))

Jesus: ((same shot))((reaction)) Yeah, well at least I have a halo!

Evil Jesus: ((cut to him standing))((starry in background)). Oh, I do too ((pointing to head)), I just leave mine at home for court. ((GIANT FEET OF JUDGE GAVEL, WITH HAMMER LOW STOMPING RIGHT NEXT TO HIM.))((Evil Jesus looks up)) Lunch your honor?

JUDGE GAVEL: ((HAMMER CLOSEUP)) Better not be loaves and fishes again.

Evil Jesus: ((close up))((flipping hands)) Pfft, that's that guy ((points to Jesus, quite perturbed now))((over the shoulder shot)). I was thinking steak. ((extreme close up)) RARE.

((Both walk off, slide back to previous over the shoulder shot to Jesus and Blorg))

Jesus: You see? Wait till my dad hears about this!

Evil Jesus: ((off in distance)) He doesn't care! ((fading out)).

Jesus: Ooohhhh ((inhales, exhales calmly))((closer in shot)) Ok, I know I'm not ((hand emphasis)) supposed to be judgmental, but I hate that guy! ((side closeup)). I thought I left him in the desert! ((looks at Blorg)) Are you even listening?

Blorg: ((reverse shot))((confused)) I thought that was your job.

Jesus: ((previous shot))((sullen expression))

Blorg: ((previous shot)) What?

Jesus: ((previous shot)) Alright, I need to get out of here. ((stands up))((standing in front of Blorg shot)).

Blorg: Wait, I thought we were having lunch? ((close up Blorg on watch shot)) Judge Martini is waiting for us. We might have more work! ((enthusiastic)).

Jesus: ((face shot, shows looking at watch)) I can't, I have to appear in a waffle in about thirty minutes, they just opened so I should get there early before the griddle gets too hot.

Blorg: ((still on steps))((thinks for a moment)) Didn't you do that before?

Jesus: ((previous shot)) No that was a cloud over Saskatchewan.

Blorg: ((previous shot))((rolls eyes)) Like there's a difference.

Jesus: ((previous shot))((Blinks)) There really is you know. You've never been to Earth have you?

Blorg: ((previous shot)) No.

Jesus: ((previous shot)) You should check it out. I need a vacation after this week alone. ((Bushed, rolls eyes))

Blorg: ((previous shot)) Are you sure? I mean when you went there the last—

Jesus: ((previous shot))((shaking hands in front of self)) Hey, hey, we said we wouldn't bring that up again remember?

Blorg: ((previous shot)) Oh yea, sorry.

Jesus: ((previous shot)) Seriously though, think about it. You might enjoy yourself to get out of the office now and then.

Blorg: ((previous shot)) The office. ((extreme close up)) The office! ((Blorg gets up))((Shot past Jesus to lower steps))((Blorg running down the steps, throws keys to different valet))((Valet runs off, recognizing Blorg as a regular)).

Jesus: What's going on? ((close up)) I mean it's not like Judge Martini's Chambers are going anywhere.

Blorg: ((closeup))((looking around))((nonchalant)) I have to, uh, duck in and out to get some paper work before lunch.

Jesus: ((previous shot))((sighs)) Honestly, just take it easy on those magazines, ok?

Blorg: ((rolls eyes))((as ship rolls up with valet, brief exchange of tip)) Judge not!

((Blorg flies off))((Jesus head in hand.))

((Clip of Blorg heading off into traffic.))

((ENTRY SHOT))((BLORG'S OFFICE DOOR, PRINTED LETTERS BLORG, ESQUIRE ON THE WINDOWS INBETWEEN, FOGGY YELLOW GLASS WITH METAL LINES THROUGH THE CENTER STYLE))((BLORG FUMBLES FOR KEYS, BUT FINDS THE DOOR AJAR, WITH NOISE COMING FROM THE INSIDE, TIPPING OVER OF CABINETS AND PAPERS FLYING EVERYWHERE NOISILY.))((BLORG, IMMEDIATELY DISTRESSED, OPENS THE DOOR SLOWLY THEN SPEAKS))

Blorg: What the? Oh Gah—

((SHOT OF THE INSIDE OF BLORG'S OFFICE, A DESK OVERTURNED, LAMPSHADE TILTED, WINDOW BLINDS MESSED UP, PLANT OVERTURNED, PAPERS AND CABINETS LYING OPEN EVERYWHERE, REPRESENTATIVES OF THE THOUGHT POLICE ARE ALL OVER HIS OFFICE, WEARING STANDARD SUITS OF THE 40'S ERA WITH FEDORAS AND INTIMIDATING VOICES))

Agent: Blorg Esquire? ((Dick Tracy type voice))

Blorg: ((Head in hands)) Yes?

Agent: ((flips badge)) Agent Duh, Thought Police ((shows badge case up close shows T.P. Duh, on the identification card, with a ? mark on the badge)) I believe you know why we're here.

Blorg: ((flustered)) Jesus!

Agents:((Look at each other))

Agent Duh: ((slides into shot))Someone you know?

Blorg: ((looks around)) Uh no not exactly. What can I do for you again?

Agent Duh: ((takes out black and white photo of Blorg buying magazines in an alley with a shady looking dealer)) Is this you, sir? ((Agents intimidating, sliding in from behind photo)).

Blorg:((sighs)) It's just a habit!

Agent Duh: ((close up)) Show us.

((Pan to a side wall, with a painting that's out of skew of a St. Bernard reading a newspaper, tilts picture around to reveal another picture of a Doberman playing pool, then twists the other picture to reveal a musk-rat waterskiing. Finally, twisting that around to reveal a compartment, stacked with contraband)).

Agent Duh: ((moves in closer)) Well well well.

((Other Agent moves in past Blorg)) Agent: Paydirt

Blorg: ((Claws in hands))

Agent Duh: ((stacks of magazines in hand, goes to desk off camera)) Now let's see what we have here ((menacingly)) 3 copies of Happy, ((flaps each of them on the table in another pile, looming shot)), 4 copies of Joy, 10 Copies of Bliss, ((surprised)) 1 copy of Utter Misery? ((blinks))

Blorg: ((close up)) For my off days ((sighs))((gathers self)) Who said you could do this? Do you have a warrant?

Agent Duh: ((close up, Agents looking at the magazines, smiling)) New Legislation, followed by new directives. Essentially, no independent thought anymore.)) ((Turns back to look at magazines briefly)) Good stuff? ((other Agents nod))

Blorg: What?! This is outrageous! ((flummoxed))

Agent Duh: ((turns slowly, slightly out of skew with neck))((Other agents react, one throws down magazine))((Head and neck crack slightly on Agent Duh as he turns)) Opinion eh? ((menacingly))

Blorg: ((Sighs)) What's this gonna cost me? ((reaches behind for wallet))((simple fine more than likely)).

((Second Agent scribbes ticket from ticket book))((tears out, hands to Blorg over the shoulder shot))

Blorg:((quickread)) Are you kidding?! ((throws ticket haphardly in the air, and it wafts up and down as he freaks out)) You can't charge me money for having independent thought! ((hands and claws flailing))

Agent Duh: ((showing magazines)) Are these your thoughts?

Blorg: ((sighs)) No...((disheveled))

Agent Duh: Then tell it to the judge, or his feet. If they care.

Blorg: The jury?

TicketAgent:((surprised)) His toes, on your knees.

Agent Duh: Standard legal precedent. ((other Agents look on))

Blorg: Oh that's right ((head in hands)) Look I have a lot on my mind right now, ok? ((knowing he was just mixed up)) How am I supposed to think? I mean look at this place! ((shows strewn around office))

Agent Duh: ((glances around at the other Agents))((Looks down))((Takes one of the magazines))((Throws it on the ground, reveal shot, vocal overlapping)) I'll just leave this here then, and I won't tell anyone. ((Agents move off, through the doorway past Blorg center shot))((Agent Duh passes him))

Agent Duh: See you in court, for these ((shakes magazines))((Walks out in reveal shot of Blorg's office, obliterated still, papers strewn and the door left open by the agents as their footsteps clamor down the hallway echoing.))

((Blorg sits down on top of overturned trashcan, wobbling slightly))((sighing more))((picks up magazine, Utter Misery))((Close up shot of articles and cover, with overlapping vocals)) Blorg: I should have been a painter.

((magazine moves up and out))((Blorg shot of throwing magazine across to the side))((Gets to his feet, looks around, finds another tie after poking around))((strewn throughout are cabinets and papers, standard in any law universe))((same color as the other tie he was wearing))((sighs))((Walks out into the doorway and out into the hallway shot))((He turns back around to shut and lock the door, when he hears Mur Mur Mur, the footsteps and speech of Distrinct Attorney Whig)).

Blorg: ((gasps)) The D.A.! Not now!

((Blorg begins to run down the hallway in a pan shot to the stairwell, only to find an Out of Order sign over the door.))((Brief moment close up Blorg, going "seriously?" with hands and claws))((Looks immediately left to a shadow change shot to the corner where Mur Mur Mur Mur Mur is getting louder, with a looming shadow))((Blorg runs over to the elevators where he begins to mash the buttons with all mandibles))((Elevators not opening))((Needless to say, he manages to float to safety at the last moment and into and through the closed sunroof of his already damaged ship.))((Dents on side))((Sunroof slightly open but Blorg squeezes through.))

Blorg: Why don't I just fly to work? ((starts up dented spaceship, gets out onto the highway.))

((Open shot to street shot))((Martini's Chambers))((Blorg parks off the highway on the side street, only to have the mirror get clipped by a passing larger vehicle coming off the hoverway.))

Blorg: ((sighs)) Full tort... ((shakes head))

((Entry Shot to Martini's Chambers))((Blorg walks in, scan across bar scene))((similar to a bar in name, located in Doylestown)), however, completely different in the sense that within are a bunch of various lawyers and suits having drinks, more upscale but at the same time, rowdy for pre-happy hour, and populated.))((Bar sees Judge Martini behind the bar))((He is actually a giant martini glass, complete with pimento and toothpick, with a drunken happy face, occasionally woozy and surly, serving drinks out of his head.))((He is belting out a drink to a nearby patron, who looks at the glass, astonished, as Blorg approaches from center left.))((Judge Martini is also a fill-in judge, emergency warrant signer, and parking validator of the Legal Sector, or the sector jurisdiction of the Law Universe.

Blorg: Hey judge ((walks up, waves and sits down))

Judge Martini: ((drunken, tipsy for 4 o'clock.)) Heya ((belches)) Blorgie.

Blorg: ((stifled, perturbed))((immediately sighs)) It's Blorg your honor. ((looks down, sadly)) Esquire. ((Looks at overturned bit on the bar, unrolls into a catepillar))((Hmphing))((rolls back up, and rolls out of shot))((Blorg sad shot, close up))

Blorg: Never was good with the ladies.

Judge Martini:((chipper))((drunk)) Oh well, you win some and you lose some. How was your court case today? DUI? ((pours patron another drink out of head)).

((Cuts to Blorg))((pouring sound effect))

Blorg: ((Disheviled))((Looking sad)) We lost. Water to wine again. ((hand back and forth))

Judge Martini:((same attitude as before)) Oh well, you win some and you lose some.

Blorg: ((looks at Judge))((Close shot)) How about a drink?

Judge Martini: Sure! Martini? ((pours part of himself into glass from head))

Blorg: ((drink shot upwards))((looks wary)) Maybe not. ((Glass moves out of shot))((closer in on Blorg)) Whig is gonna kill me. I got raided by the Thought Police again. ((Freaks out)) When are they gonna learn? When are they gonna actually realize this isn't ok? I can't even think freely anymore! This is ridiculous!((pants heavily))((composure face)) So, any work?

Judge Martini:((floating glass inside of his head, Blorg's former glass))((A little bit more intoxicated)). ((Burping slightly)) Well, there is this place, where there's an ongoing investigation, but you'd have to get there really backwater.((Closer in)) You got wheels?((drunken voice))

Blorg: Well, a ship, and wings. ((close up))((chuckling)) Come to think of it I totally forgot about these earli—

((Cut off by Judge Martini))((Two Glasses floating inside of head now))

Judge Martini: It's on a place called ((burp)) Earf.

Blorg:((Writing on Napkin)) Ok, Earf. ((puts away bar napkin into ledger, only to have a moment where he realizes such))((head)) Is it far? Will there be tolls?

Judge Martini: ((Queasy face))((much drunker now))((groggy))((sleepier))((sickened expression))

Blorg: ((blinks))((looks around)) Ok. ((slides back off chair away from bar)) I'll see you in a week, or whenever. Tell Whig I'm out of town if you see him muring around.))((Waves hand off))((shot of the bar, Judge Martini in the background behind bar))((Blorg walking out door, into camera shot))((Shows Judge Martini, reacting too late))

Judge Martini: ((drunkenly)) Wait! I mean to say E—

((COMMERCIAL BREAK!: UNIVERSAL LAW COMMERCIAL, SERVING THE LAW UNIVERSES. ASK FOR ZEUS OR HADES, DEPENDING UPON YOUR OUTLOOK!))

((BLORG, WITH HIS SHIP DRIVING ACROSS THE UNIVERSAL INTERSTATE. BEING PASSED BY MANY RIGS, TRAILERS, A BUNCH OF HOVERCYCLISTS WEARING HELMETS ZOOM PAST))((TRAFFIC SHOT, BLARING HORNS))((BLORG, NEXT SHOT BEING PASSED BY A THOUGHT POLICE CRUISER, THEN A HOVER PICKUP TRUCK FULL OF PRODUCE))((BLORG, NOW ON A DESERTED INTERSTATE, SCANS THE RADIO DIAL ON HIS CENTER CONSOLE))((VARIOUS STATIONS TO GAH, JAW, AND BAH, AND BASICALLY THE ONLY STATIONS ON THE BEGIN TO JUMP BETWEEN STATIC AND NORMAL BROADCAST.))((BLORG'S SHIP CONTINUES TO PUTT ALONG.))

Blorg: I should have gotten a rental. ((elbow on driver's side, claw on face))((ship continues to putt along)).

((BARREN SPACE, LARGE SHOT TO BLORG PUTTING ALONG))((GUIDANCE COMPUTER BLIPS PAST PLANETS ON HIS UPS ((UNIVERSAL POSITIONING SYSTEM))((FINALLY, ONE POPS UP THAT SAYS EARTH.))((WAITS A MOMENT, REACTION SHOT TO BLORG))((FLUSTERED))

Blorg: Must be a typo or something ((taps console shot, static for a moment, still reading the same)) Maybe I can ask for directions or something. Sounds similar anyway, I wonder if Jesus knows?

((Blorg shot picking up Ledger, dialing Jesus))((Continues to do circles around Earth, while Jesus doesn't pick up.))((Finally, trying again, gets a Boo doo deep We're sorry, the sector you're in does not have service for this operator))

Blorg: Ugh. That doesn't make any sense! ((close up, freaking out with ledger at ear))((distracted, losing altitude in the atmosphere)) Maybe I just need a better signal.

((Finally, Blorg sees a blip come up on his radar as he closes in around Earth as multiple universes pop up on the radar))((One is labeled literally Earf, around a continent on the Northern Hemisphere))

Blorg: ((two claw success, still holding wheel with one leg while another on ledger phone)) Finally!

((Blorg punches it, showing leg to pedal shot))((Shot of behind as he hits warp, closing ledger phone with one hand))((Not really paying attention))((Closing in on Earf when finally))((SMASH))

((Blorg literally crashes into snarled traffic around and circling a highway around a planet known as Earf))((Blorg rear ends an RV that is full of people, including a pool on the top of the RV, where a wave crashes back over the backend, two bikini clad ethereals and a guy falling out amidst the water, on top of Blorg's ship))((water pours through the sunroof, Blorg soaked))

Blorg: ((frazzled)) What the?!((Party goers slide all over Blorg's ship, laughing.))

((Rainbow highway, tons of campers, cars packed to the brims))((sign that says "Hi, <3 Earf" along side the deadlocked traffic))((People playing Frisbee while waiting in traffic, out of their RV's and ships))

((Blorg gets out))((door jammed from accident, has to kick open more than once))((music and partying in the background))((people walking all over the place amidst traffic)).

Blorg: What's going on here? ((to random Ethereals next to RV))((Scantily clad beings and loud people running around))

Yellow Ethereal: ((holding red cup))((somewhat drunk)) Hey bro, relax. This is just restaurant traffic man, haven't you been here before?

Red Ethereal: ((holding red cup)) Yeah just like calm down.

Blorg: ((angry)) Well can I fly over this? I have to meet a client.

Red Ethereal: ((laughing)) Ha ha check out the suit.

Yellow Ethereal: Yeah suit ((close up)) FAA says they can't fly in here at all, so we have to wait in traffic. ((pan shot)) Besides, just party man. Everyone's having a good time.

((Everyone cheers))

Blorg: Well what is this place anyway?

Yellow Ethereal: We're here to watch a universe explode, happens like every season or so, but it's awesome.

Red Ethereal: Totally bitchin' dude, like Tents is playing too. ((random Nightwalker passes, says 'Dude seriously?'))

Blorg:((Confused)) Why would you do that?

Red Ethereal + Yellow Ethereal((exchange glances))

Red Ethereal: So, I guess that means you don't want a beer.

Blorg:((disgruntled)) No.

Red Ethereal: ((shrugs)) Well, you can wait I guess, normal traffic for restaurant I guess.

Blorg:((close shot))((looks at watch))How long?

Yellow Ethereal: Like 20 hectons, or like 5 years on, ((looks around to someone)) Yo what planet is Earf on?

((voice)) I dunno man.

Blorg:((frustrated shot)) Alright, I guess I'll just wait.((walks back to his ship, tries in vain once to open the crumpled door, gets in after 2nd try.))((Looks up at sunroof, immediately sighs))

((Time elapses, showing various points where Blorg is sitting in traffic, waiting))((Frisbee shot bouncing off windshield))((another shot after where a beachball flies off the windshield and a giant splash of water soon after, with more people falling, laughing))

Blorg: ((ughs close up))((Turns to radio stations.))((Close up of station bar on UPS))((Osciliscope vision on the UPS))((Music plays))((Boston))

Blorg: This sounds familiar. ((leaves music on))((various restaurant advertisement afterward))((Blorg changes station to find ENN, Earf News Network))((Lion Lady News Caster))((covering the floor of a festival talking about the crowds and various acts))((Blorg sees a sign ahead in the near distance for the Arc Highway))

Blorg: ((looks at watch)) I hope I can make it there in time. I know it can't be part of this.

((Blorg eagerly waits in traffic, inching slightly over time, gripping wheel in anticipation))((Finally, reaching near, goes over a curb))((Blorg inside ship, hovering over last bit))

Blorg: Full tort! ((speeds up the onramp))

((Blorg zooms past the throng of traffic on the highways underneath, still partying.))((The arc highway is rainbow road essentially, with rainbow curves going underneath))

Blorg: Something familiar about this, but I know I haven't been here. ((close up)) Or was I?

((Blorg keeps hovering down the rainbow expanse))((To his left is a cornfield that is barren, followed by a series of monuments surrounded by a jungle.))((He sees various other beings living around in smaller villages beneath, mushroom houses and various other cloud cities above))((He passes by a smaller area, rural in nature with flowers growing everywhere. Various humans with long hair, working in the fields, picking flowers and putting them into different rows, changing color.))

Blorg: Hmm ((looks at UPS))((switches from festival footage to map))((Off the grid, no Earf maps))

Blorg: ((surprised)) Really?

((Blorg pulls over to the side of the road, near what appears to be a commune area))((Around, he sees a Derf worker))((Derfism is correlated to hindsight in dream states, where dreams are cultivated and maintained.))((Bad ones are separated from the Good ones, and maintained back and forth around one another at various points))((Essentially, an inner dream grid for neuralelectric production, and also a storage component designed specifically to house memories and thought)).

Blorg: ((stops ship alongside the side of the road))((sees Derf commune member carrying a flower basket around)) Hey, do you know where this goes?

Derf Commune Member: ((Looks up at sign))((sees Arc Highway))((shrugs)) Never really leave. Different section entirely.

Blorg: ((confused)) Ok... ((slowly drives away))((Derf Commune Member waving goodbye))

((Blorg continues to drive along the Arc Highway, seeing various signs along the rainbow road as he passes))((Funky Overlook))((Heart Center))((Restaurant! Go Backwards Bro!))((Blorg listens to music while he continues to drive))((He turns to various stations, finally pulling over at the Funky Overlook to look at his UPS monitor.))((All the radio stations are music or a transmission coming from within mocking and laughing at various points from within, and all the television stations are merely festival coverage, or cartoon shows))((Blorg taps at the monitor over and over for proper directions, only to find there's still no coverage of the region, and the mapping is undefined. UPS eventually blips saying, 'I'm Sorry'))((Blorg, expasperated.))

Blorg: I give up.

((Blorg gets out of ship, kicks door open in single stride angrily))((Walks out to the Funky Overlook, and walks out to a railing around a deep ravine, the sky above full of spectral light.))((Below, is an expanse of humming neural electric fields, streaming across a wide valley in brilliant arcs))

Blorg: ((close up of railing shot)) This is funky. ((sighs))

((Turns around, sits against rail.))

Blorg: ((close up)) I'm hopelessly lost, I don't know this planet, or where I am on the other planet this planet is riding on, I don't have a client yet, because I can't find them ((flailing hands))((closer up)) I don't know why I came here, or what it is I'm supposed to do, and what was with that restaurant? I should have been a painter((head in hands))((pan back shot, of ground peering upwards into sky region)) Whig's gonna kill me anyway. I wonder if Earth needs a lawyer.((eyes start to open up in the background, very large))Jesus said Earth was fun. Well, at least some parts but—

VOICE: WHO'S THAT?! ((RADIO PLAYS SAME VOICE BOOMING, PEOPLE LAUGHING AND MOCKING THE VOICE'S REACTION))((BLORG STUMBLES BACK INTO FRONT RIGHT CAMERA, TAKEN ABACK BY VOICE))((VOICE IS ACTUALLY COMING FROM THE VISION OF THE 2 EYES ABOVE)).

Blorg: ((surprised))((looking up)) Um, I'm Blorg ((straightens up)) Esquire ((confidence)) I have my card around here somewhere ((reaches behind))

((CUT SHOT TO EYES)) VOICE: ARE YOU WITH THEY?

Blorg: ((cut shot back, upwards))((looking around))((hands pausing while looking for card)) Who's they?

((PREVIOUS SHOT)) VOICE: THE VOICES. ((BRIEF PAUSES, EYES LOOK AROUND)) THOSE VOICES, THE LAUGHING ONES. THEY'RE HAUNTING MY BRAIN. I HEAR THEM ABOVE ME, I MEAN THEY. FUCK! ((EYES CLENCH CLOSEUP)) I HATE HAVING TO DIFFERENTIATE! ((QUAKING AROUND, MAJOR ELECTRICAL CHARGES))

((Blorg surprised, steps back a bit towards his ship))((The radio laughing loudly at the voice reacting, different voices now and then)).

((PREVIOUS SCENE))VOICE: ((EYES CLENCHING)) OK, JUST RELAX.

Blorg: Me, or you?

VOICE: BOTH, ME, AND YOU. ((UGH))((EYES CLOSING, MORE ELECTRICITY))

Blorg: Well, I'm here to represent a place called ((ledger out in claw))((close up of squinting))((bar napkin falls out, picks up))((more squinting)) Earf

VOICE: ((EYES OPEN)) THAT'S AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE ((LOOKS AROUND)) OH YEAH, HI.

Blorg: Hi.

VOICE: ((PREVIOUS SHOT)) WELL, I NEED A LAWYER. SOME PEOPLE INVADED MY HEAD.

Blorg: Absolutely! ((triumphant expression))((close up))

((PAUSE))

Blorg: Wait, those people? ((pointing back to the road behind him, the festival and restaurant people))

END PART 1 OF PILOT EPISODE

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BEGINNING OF PART 2: PILOT

((WE OPEN WITH BLORG STILL STANDING ON THE OVERPASS AREA, KNOWN AS THE FUNKY OVERLOOK, TALKING WITH A GIANT SET OF EYES IN THE STARRY NIGHT WHERE BEAMS OF LIGHT AND NEURAL ELECTRICITY FLY AROUND CEASELESS AND UNABATED.))

Blorg: Ok, so who are those people?

VOICE: WHO?

Blorg: Those people, the party goers I saw on the highway back there. ((close up)) Something about a restaurant?

VOICE: WHAT? ((BOOMING AND SHAKING))((SHOT OF BLORG BEING TAKEN ABACK))

Blorg: Whoa, take it easy ok? ((hands up))((close shot)) I'm a lawyer and I'm here to help! ((card in hand))

VOICE: REALLY? ((emphasis on sarcasm, eyes half closed))

Blorg: ((Rolls eyes)) I am bonded and certified.

VOICE: FAIR ENOUGH, BUT ((SAD EYES)) I CAN'T REALLY AFFORD THE RETAINER.

Blorg: ((sighs)) Well, you're in luck! I'm a prosecutor trying to branch out!

VOICE: UMM ((EYES STILL SAD, DARTING))

Blorg: ((sighs)) Pro Bono

VOICE: OH THANK—LISTEN!

Blorg: ((silence, except for voices talking and mocking over the radio)) What am I listening for?

VOICE: THOSE VOICES! THEY'RE KILLING ME!

Blorg: ((thinks, remembers radio))((gives a one moment sign with claw))((walks over to turn off the radio in his ship))((the voices stop)) Better?

VOICE: HANG ON. ((EYES FURROWING, CLOSING))((SIGHS)) THEY'RE STILL TALKING.

Blorg: Well, you still hear them talk? –

VOICE: NOT THEM, THEY!

Blorg: ((confused)) Ok, how about a face to face meeting? Do you have a conference hall or a hotel restaurant? ((hungry close up face))

VOICE: RESTAURANT?!

Blorg: ((taken aback)) Obviously not that one.

VOICE: WELL ((LOOKS AROUND)) OK HANG ON.

((THE EYES CLOSE, AND THE OVERPASS SURROUNDING, INCLUDING BLORG'S SHIP EMERGE IN A BRIGHTLY LIT HALLWAY. IN THE HALLWAY, THERE ARE MANY ROOMS, WITH DOORS SIDE TO SIDE, WITH AN OFFICE DOOR AT EACH, FOGGED OVER WINDOWS, SIMILAR TO BLORG'S OFFICE. THIS WAS A WAY FOR FRED TO COMMUNICATE WITH BLORG, TO OFFER A SIMILAR SETTING HIS WAS ACCUSTOMED TO, FOR A MANNER OF COMMUNICATION. EVEN THE WATER COOLER WAS THERE, BUT OBVIOUSLY NOT AS TALKATIVE. MANY OF THE DOORS HAVE LABELS AND NUMBERS, AND ONE HAS A BATHROOM ICON FOR AN ACTUAL HUMAN))((BLORG LOOKS AT HIS MANDIBLES AND GRUMBLES))

Voice: Hello there.

Blorg: ((taken aback yet again))((Voice standing behind him))((Reveal shot))((Human being, long brownish blonde hair, blue eyes, Caucasian, but clammy, sipping on a coffee out of a mug.)) Wait, who?

Voice: Oh, I'm Fred. I'm that guy you were talking to, just a smaller version for communication purposes.

Blorg:((slaps forehead))((close shot)) Of course! Compartmentalization. ((closer up)) Wait, we're inside of you?

Fred: Basically ((sipping coffee)) Does that freak you out?

Blorg:((looks around)) Kind of. Except for that water cooler. It's nothing like the one I knew

((water cooler shot))((gurgles hello))

Blorg: Much better.

Fred: Yeah he's the office cut up and the conversation piece right?

((water cooler))((gurgles Screw you!))

Blorg: This actually looks a lot like my office.

Fred: Well, I figured you'd want a familiar environment.

Blorg: What does this look like when I'm not here.

Fred: ((shrugs)) Have you been here before? You do seem familiar. ((eyes closing)) You're not with they are you?

Blorg: ((closer in))((frazzled)) Who are they?!

Fred: ((still scowling)) Let's talk about that in here. I have a room set up just for this type of thing.

((Opens door adjacent down the hall to the left, intro shot to doorway))((Looks exactly like Blorg's office, minus the papers strewn everywhere.))

Blorg: Perfect! Just like my office!

Fred: Kind of bland really. This is what your office looks like? ((snaps finger))((Godzilla in a fedora begins to walk around in the cityscape outside, complete with sirens and planes flying and diving around)).

Blorg: Um, that's not the Law Universe is that?

Fred: Nope, just my imagination. ((snaps fingers again))((underwater scene)) Calmer now?

Blorg: Umm ((giant jellyfish swims past))

Fred: Ok ok, ((snaps fingers))((produces Candy Land outside)) So what kind of lawyer are you besides a prosecutor?

Blorg: DUI's, Parking Tickets, Personal Injury, ((sighs)) tax law.

Fred: ((Across table with coffee mug)) Oh you're an accountant?

Blorg: Not at all ((claws in hands))

Fred: Oh well, I know a guy, who knows a guy, who knows another guy, who plays golf with another guy, who swears by this one hairdresser. ((closer in shot)) Basically, he's legit. ((Reaches down from ceiling to pull cup attached to string))

Voice over cup: ((meh meh meh meh?))

Fred: Eh, meh.

Voice: ((Meh meh!))((cup on string rips up, window blind sound effect.))((Fred calmly picks up a stack of papers that appear and puts the cup down after another sip))

Blorg:((over the table shot)) What was that?

Fred: ((stacking papers))((eyes darting around)) The cup or the papers?

((Knock on door, followed by a lot of footsteps and murmuring))

Fred: Come in! ((takes Blorg aback slightly))

((The door bursts open, and an angry child runs into the room, dripping in blood and laughing, running all over the room, spraying blood everywhere. A man in uniform smoking a cigarette stands in the doorway.))

Fred: ((calm)) I see he had his blood shower. Did he take his Fred pill?

Man in uniform: ((older uniform, reference to another certain story)) Yes.

Fred: ((calm)) Lunch?

Man in uniform: Yes

Fred: Homework?

((Blood soaked kid screams off camera)) I'll do it later!

Man in uniform: ((reaction shot)) He said later.

Fred: Alright, I guess that'll have to do. I'll let you guys know when to pick him up.

Man in uniform: Got it.

((Door closes, and the footsteps run back down the hallway murmuring))((Blorg reaction shot))

Blorg: ((looking at doorway)) Um. ((looking around at all the blood))

Fred: Oh he'll be explained later ((thumbing to the doorway while looking over some paperwork))

Blorg: ((close up)) I meant him ((pointing to his left, into a corner))((Crazy Blood soaked kid running around in oversized laboratory coat))

Fred: ((sipping coffee)) Oh, allow myself to introduce my inner child, or my inner self, my crazier version, Fred Ventresca, or Crazy Lil' Fred Ventresca.

C.L.F.: ((waves profusely with both hands in oversized coat))((blood spraying everywhere))

Blorg: Hi. ((confused)) What's with the blood?

C.L.F.: I LOVE IT! ((crazily))((Blorg, taken aback))

Fred: Oh don't worry, he's a scientist. He has to sanitize after his experiments. He's also my stenographer, quite cheap, better than subbing out.

Blorg: ((watches C.L.F. drawing blood paintings on the walls, and running in circles)) I see...so you're a babysitter?

Fred: ((gets up, looks under chair)) Oh, no that's those guys. ((pointing to gentlemen who just ran out the door)) He's here to work. ((pointing to C.L.F.))

((Blood flying everywhere, running around to table))((pulls out crayons and paper, signs in blood))

C.L.F.: Ready!

Fred: ((smiles))((Blorg not)) Ready?

Blorg: ((blinks)) Ok, why don't you start from the beginning?

Fred: ((sighs))((throws papers everywhere, haphazardly)) This all began a while ago, when I moved into a condo, well, the external me, you know, that guy, where we're in?

Blorg: Ok, ok ((writes down the word 'crazy' on his ledger))

Fred: ((flicks finger))((room dims))((wide shot))((memory bubble occurs)) I started having nightmares a long time ago.

Blorg: What is that?

Fred: Oh, Derf vision. Anyway ((looks at bubble, showing various moments moving in, experiencing a lot of weird memories that involve stalking, being watched, voices in his head and being threatened by plagiarists. Also some of the worst nightmares imaginable, specifically for the amusement of what Fred must have been referring to.))

Blorg: Those are some nightmares.

Fred: I had an awful one where I was punching someone, and said "No, I can't let this happen!" But I was seeing it in the third person.

Blorg: Third person? ((looks at camera)) Oh, I see

Fred: ((close up)) More over the shoulder actually ((pans back to over the shoulder shot)).

Blorg: ((same shot)) That makes sense. What happened next?

Fred: Well, I had another nightmare following, where a stranger shook my hand. ((shows footage))

Blorg: Whoa, that's scary.

Fred: I know, I'm still coping. Inward struggle really ((sips coffee))

Blorg: ((inner monologue)) No, something else...familiar...

Fred: Well, what happened next after this, were voices.

Blorg: Voices? Like on the radio.

Fred: Exactly, just like those. I know they're broadcasting, and I know they're doing this by exploiting my outer body somehow. Maybe even within too, though I'm not exactly sure. ((flips on a nearby dust radio which appears, complete with a dial))

Blorg: They were definitely laughing before, making jokes about somebody.

Fred: I know, me. That's the worst part. I'm aware of this on a subconscious level, and in such a way that involves actually appearing within to demonstrate.

Blorg: But...wait.

Fred: ((sipping coffee))

Blorg: How do you know they're the same voices? Like the ones you hear, outside of yourself ((makes motion with hands))

Fred: They used their own names. I mean I don't even know these people personally, yet they keep saying stuff and acting like I owe 'em something.

Blorg: I see, in this lifetime?

Fred: Not that I know of. They're not the types of people I'd want to know.

Blorg: ((Looks at ledger)) And they're humans?

Fred: I guess. I mean I am that guy they're watching((shows vision from eyes)) and stuff looks different out there. But I know I'm part of the same brain as the guy they're watching, if that makes sense.

Blorg: ((ledger shot)) Weird world we're inside of, looking out of.

Fred: I know right? Not drawn well at all, very bland and colorless.

Blorg: What language is that anyway? I can understand all dialects but—

Fred: English. American if that means anything. Probably British, I dunno. ((close up)) Humans are all, bleh. ((sips coffee)) most of the planet he's on too, Earth.

Blorg: Oh, do you know Jesus?

Fred: Not personally no.

Blorg: Oh.

Fred: So, they harassed me daily, in every conceivable way.

Blorg: How?

Fred: Twisted my words, said they were recording my thoughts and dreams, attempted to manipulate me with technology ((shows footage of brainwaves and mean people watching through peepholes, some girl laughing all the time, basically bad and wicked people)). Also, they boasted about stealing ideas.

Blorg: How exactly?

Fred: By recording brain wave patterns similar to a computer would interpret data.

Blorg: Ok ((ledger shot))((writes down PARANOIA))((looks back at Fred, who is frowning)) I'm just writing.

Fred: ((surly shot)) I know.

Blorg: ((apologetic)) Sorry, continue.

Fred: They boasted more about breaking in, and doing bad stuff. Like a big joke. They kept saying "We manipulated you!" over and over again.

Blorg: ((voice))((same shot of Fred)) Define bad stuff.

Fred: They boasted about sodomizing myself, my ancestors, family, friends, potential wives which one asshole really seemed to enjoy. Pretty weird. They boasted about crashing the Gods, how they wished that sentient consciousness didn't exist.

Blorg: ((laughs)) Sorry

Fred: I know right? That's actually what they said, profusely.

Blorg: ((writes down They = mania))

Fred: I thought you were a lawyer?

Blorg: Just getting the essentials down.

Fred: ((points at Crazy Lil' Fred Ventresca a.k.a. C.L.F.)) So is he.

((C.L.F drawing in red crayon in circles over and over again, giggling))

Blorg: ((close up reaction shot)) Ok...

Fred: ((cutting back to scene of dust bubble footage)) So, I basically had to move out, and flee what they were doing.

Blorg: Sounds like you were forced out.

Fred: Basically, community gas-lighters is what they were and are.

Blorg: ((imagines bubble))((lamplighter lighting a candle on a streetcorner))

Fred: Not like that. ((pan back to Fred)) They were using methods that were illegal, and involved manipulating people for entertainment. They even gave me their names of producers and certain people involved. Not joking, they mocked religion in general and programmed that version of me over time.

Blorg: Like how?

Fred: They called me Jesus.

Blorg: ((confused laugh)) You're not him.

Fred: I know right? ((showing shot of Fred freaking out in footage in background))

Blorg: So what happened next?

Fred: I had to move back to my parent's house, where they essentially followed me there.

Blorg: I'm sorry, they legitimately followed you there?

Fred: Voices and all ((shows recliner shot, various people laughing Fred's imagination)) I can see them for what they do and describe; joke or not. That's how the imagination works actually. And that's when things got worse.

Blorg: Worse than that? This is clearly an invasion of privacy.

Fred: Clearly.

Blorg: So, why did they say they were here anyway? ((sees little ships flying around, shooting at Fred in recliner))((Fred in image freaking out)) How can we see from that perspective anyway.

Fred: Magic, obviously. And they're here for some restaurant or something. That's all they kept talking about. ((sipping)) You know it's funny ((show footage)) I tried to go down there, and walk in, but some SpiderGuard says I was wearing the wrong shoes. ((close up)) I dunno what that is. I would have remembered opening a place like that.

Blorg: Hmm...((immediately realizes)) Oh ((closer in)) my ((closer in to eyes)) Gah...

((COMMERCIAL BREAK)) ((INTRODUCTION TO DERFISM))

Background announcer: We at the Derf community welcome, the proliferation of conscious ideas through the distribution of neurokinetic energies, produced at will throughout our sector of space. Essentially, the activation of thought, and will done, can produce unfathomable results to where the word definition alone requires new measurement, and the word measurement, requires new definition, of the word, and of thought as any victim of any barrier made by the word thought. Confusing? Perhaps, but that's where thought begins.

In essence, dreams are possible in the mind alone, connected to a spiritual chemical resonance, that one may learn from. Visit us today, of those within who are a part of a within that branches out. ((showing footage of flower cultivation, neural kinetic stimuli being influenced by brain function and stimuli, switching flower sides around in a HI formation, for many reasons.))

((END OF COMMERCIAL SHOWS)) EGGS + ACT + LY

((For eggs, see EGGS))((for act, see ACT))((for LY, see LY))((show illustrations in order))

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((Cut back to Office Room Scene, Blorg, Fred, and C.L.F. ((Crazy Lil' Fred Ventresca))

Blorg: ((close up)) The restaurant? You mean the festival they're waiting for?

Fred: ((coffee mug shot)) There's a festival in my brain?

Blorg: Weren't you just saying that?

Fred: Well, I didn't know it was a party or some idea like that. ((Blorg shot, raised eyebrows)) Seriously I thought it was a fancy smancy restaurant or something.

Blorg: You mean this? ((opens door into the hallway to spaceship, still crumpled, turns on footage))((shows footage going on of music festival, all media coverage))

Fred: ((bursts out coffee out mouth)) What?! I haven't even been able to see the news! What's going on down there anyway? That isn't the restaurant I saw before.

Blorg: Before?

Fred: Bunch of people in suits, dressed up. They all looked happy walking in. I couldn't get in at all.

Blorg: ((changes channel)) Oh Gah.

Fred: ((looks in))((turns pale))((coffee mug spill shot))((stares on))((shows footage of various horrible footage, torturing people utilizing horrible methods, all at the restaurant and the festival had no real idea. The two were totally different. One was to create harmony, the music, and the other was to create horror and terror, through malevolent control, all on the planet known as Earf.))((Blorg is clearly upset, and realizes what he's done))

Blorg: ((sucks ship into little ball behind himself))((tucking away ship inside hallway))

Fred: Whoa. ((laments spilled coffee))((looks inside cup))

C.L.F: Awesome! ((referring to Blorg's ship))

Blorg: Cool huh? In the Law Universe I have to park. Pretty lame actually.

Fred: ((still stupefied))

Blorg: Well, I think we have a case here with what they've done—((looks at Fred)) Fred? ((close in of Fred, still freaked out))

Fred: I knew there was something going on.

Blorg: This apparently has happened before. I mean, somebody put a restriction on flying around here.

Fred: ((immediately straightens out with mug in hand)) Oh that was me, I knew somebody was flying around inside, and I had to put a stop to that. Basically, every fiber of my being was saying otherwise, but I knew some bad stuff was going on.

Blorg: Where do we go around here? The festival that I saw might be the best option.

Fred: I agree, hang on ((pulls cup with cord from ceiling)) Meh Meh Meh ((points at C.L.F.)) You stay here.

C.L.F.: ((laughs, runs back into the doorway, and begins running in circles in the room))

Fred: Follow me this way.((Uniformed Guards run past again, five certain individuals, Blorg taken aback))

Blorg: Will those guys ever be explained?

Fred: They're kinda not supposed to be known yet. Anyway, I think this door should take us there.

((Fred opens a separate door down the hallway to the left, past where the legal office was. The other door leads into a chamber, which then leads to a larger parking area, bustling with people, ethereal beings, various insects, and creatures of all walks of lfie. There are vendors on every side with loud music playing on opposing stages in the distance, with a lot of people lingering around. There are people drinking, stumbling around))((shots of people walking out of port-o-potties, confronted by another being taking an uncomfortable whiff))((Fred and Blorg are astounded to say the least.))((Various signs around, including for acts, and one including I.S.S. and the Quantum Realities))

Fred: I thought this was Earf? What's the deal? ((looking around, various festival shots)) I mean I would have come here if I had known this was going on. ((sees sign)) Whoa! Tents too!

Blorg: This is amazing. I've never seen anything like this but...((close up)) Why do I feel, like I've been here before.((trails off))

Fred: Yeah, this kind of reminds me of another memory which I—

Blorg: ((talks to random passer)) Excuse me, is this the restaurant they were referring to?

Passerby: ((random Ethereal))((on drug called else)) No WAY man. Those are like, the RICH people. This is where the music is dude. The mussssssic! ((emphasis with hands))

Blorg: ((confused)) Ok, well what's the main difference? What actually do you do here besides watch a Universe explode?

Fred: ((close up)) Wait, what?

Passerby: ((waving hands)) That's the same thing man! We just come here for the music before the place blows up. You know, rest – tau – rant, like what they're doing? They rest between seasons, exploit time, and then make people rant to amuse people. You know man, Rich people stuff. Then they go back in time.

Blorg: Where?

Passerby: Some dude named Hitler's Asshole.

Fred: ((flabbergasted)) Rich people do this?

((Dust screen lights up))((Announcer comes on loudly))

Announcer: IT'S TIME FOR---

Fred and Blorg: ((staring at screen shot))

Announcer:((on screen)) POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO((Fred and Blorg shot, uncomfortable))OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN((Fred and Blorg, relieved))NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

AGAIN!

((entire crowd roars all around, deafening screams and chants of amusement, as Blorg and Fred cover their ears and Blorg his antennae))((Passerby Ethereal freaking out))

Passerby: Oh man I am WASTED!

Fred: ((shouting)) Why does this seem familiar?

Blorg: ((screaming at ethereal amidst screams and shouting)) Who's in charge of this event? I demand to speak to the producers!

Passerby: ((yelling))((pointing to stage behind)) They're probably over there ((looks at hands)) I think. ((stares deeply at hands))

Blorg: ((stares grumpily))((shouts)) Ok.

((CUT TO))((Fred and Blorg make their way through the Shakedown, where Blorg's stomach starts to rumble. Passing by the various ethereals and insects who are there, they stop for a moment to hear an announcer speak over a large dust screen nearby))((About the newer act coming on, the Spectral 9))((Blorg stops long enough to see a vendor, of a familiar face, tending to wraps of all kinds behind the counter of a hover RV. Blorg's stomach rumbles in approval as he meanders over while Fred looks around in the background))

Blorg: What do you have?

Vendor: Wraps, wraps, more wraps. ((folding wraps))

Blorg: I see, well can I get one? ((Fred walks up))

Fred: Norm?

Norm: Fred! How's it going.

Fred: What are you doing here?

Norm: Well basically, I'm part of your system because you actually know me personally.

Fred: Ah that makes sense.

Blorg: Do you have larvae?

Fred: So what's with this whole restaurant thing anyway?

Norm: They watch some universe explode every season. Pretty dumb if you ask me.

Fred: Who?

((shows footage of dust screen nearby))((Announcer for the restaurant area))

((Announcer))((Arnie Colon)) Now let's see that embarrassing moment from last season again! ((Fred Ventresca hanging himself)) Ooooh! That's gotta hurt ((as most of the festival crowd doesn't pay attention))

Norm: Every season. Not like cartoon universes but still ((wraps wrap))

Fred: I haven't seen him in a while.

Blorg: Do you have hummus?

Fred: ((frazzled)) This is awful! This means that we're literally being exploited by these people dude!

Norm: That's life though right?

Fred: No! ((grabs Blorg, drags him off))

Blorg: ((looks around)) What about greens? ((dragged off camera))

Norm: Hey, can I go? I want to meet Tents and I need a break.

Fred: Fine by me! ((dragging Blorg))((Blorg still malnourished.))

((Norm takes off apron and throws it on his assistant sous chef, a Catman.))

Norm: Take over!

Catman: Oh. ((sadface))((Norm walks off the Fred dragging Blorg ahead through a crowd))((Catman behind the counter, licking self openly, passerby makes a gross stare, Catman hisses))((Norm following after giving Blorg a wrap, which Blorg obliges))

((The three make their way to the stage area, which is clustered with people.))((Drinkers, beings))((People on various 'elses'))((vendors selling various foods and other stuff))((arcades with various games, including people standing in line; one person saying "Everyone is waiting in line for motor functions", to which his friend replies "I'm gonna play the bowels".))((Different people in areas, with stages set up))((They approach the VIP area which is cornered off from the other stages and the campgrounds.))((Surrounding the VIP area, are various SpiderGuards, including one guarding an entrace to the backstage in particular))

Fred:((to SpiderGuard)) Hey, I need to see Tents ((still dragging Blorg, who is munching on a wrap)).

SpiderGuard: ((deep voice))((raspy))((arms crossed))((surly)) Webby web! (translation: Everybody needs to see Tents!)

Fred: I.S.S. too

SpiderGuard: Webby Webby Web Web! (translation: Everbody needs to see I.S.S. too.))

Norm: Whoa I.S.S.

Fred: Dude, I have this here ID card. ((flashes card, Mike Jittlov style)). Plus look at the screen up there ((points to a screen where the restauranteers are watching another version of Fred being tortured for the amusement of the spectators and the various voices listening in)).

SpiderGuard: ((Looks up))((squints)) Webby Web Web (translation: That guy has acne).

Fred: ((flustered)) Gah! ((hands at side, freaking out))

SpiderGuard: ((shaking hands in front))((calming down)) Web Web, Webby Webby Web Web (translation: Alright Alright, no need to be vulgar, I'll just let you in. Damn groupies always just driving me crazy all the time.))

Fred: I'm telling you I don't even get recognized around here.

((The three walk into the backstage area, which is a series of hallways, one pointing straight forward.))((The hallways are similar to the ones shown before, but what happens, eseentially is the three are constantly stopped at every turn by KommBots))((KommBots are PTEKK style, but have a different paint job, black paint with white X's.))((The KommBots are responsive to the ID card, and fold out of the way underneath and to the sides of the walls))((The three get to the door that reads I.S.S. & Q.R.))((The three get stopped by a KommBot that isn't necessarily malfunctioning, but refuses to budge))

Kommbot: err-kep-non-non-wha ((sounds effects, specific))((flashing spectral and dust screen Red Hand going back and forth right to left))((Words posted for sound effect: CLEARANCE REQUIRED))((Fred flashes card, ineffective, repeat statement and hand waving))

Fred: Come on, don't you recognize me? ((points to another television screen)) I have a card!

KommBot: ((looks up at screen))((rows of other KommBots in straight lines behind throughout the hallway.)) errrr-ramma-rat ((translation: He's definitely more sullen))((text via dust and spectral screen))

((I.S.S's door opens, Klingon #2 walks out))((Holding Ice bucket))

Klingon #2: Hey Komm, do you know where to get— Fred!

Fred: ((flustered expression)) Finally! Number Two! Glad I'd get noticed for a change. Been a while.

Klingon #2: I know right? Space pirating days are way behind though.

Fred: ((sighs) Yeah. ((looks to see Blorg and Norm staring at KommBot)) Oh these guys are with me.

Klingon #2: Well, comon in. ((Hands bucket to KommBot)) Could you get some ice?

((They walk into the dressing room of I.S.S., which is actually quite elaborate, complete with a swimming poor, and various fountains))((The usual for the higher class musician))((Tents is in the background, a larger octopus, pink in design, who plays drums))((Gorn, the guitarist, has a stylish Steven Van Sandt style headband, though he doesn't play for Springsteen. Guess what race Gorn is?))((Finally, the three walk into the lavish pad, where I.S.S. is sitting down in a bathrobe, with feet in the pool))((I.S.S. is wearing a bandanna around his head, with two X's across the eyeband.))((Gorn and Tents are practicing in the background).

Fred: I.S.S.!

I.S.S.: Fred! I haven't seen((emphasis)) you in ages!

Fred: ((rolls eyes))((clenches nose right after)) Really?

I.S.S.: Sorry I don't get to use that one that often.

Fred: What are you guys doing here? I figured you only did the music videos and stuff that I see on television upstairs.

I.S.S.: Oh we're big time now bro. ((take feet out of pool to reveal gold socks that look like feet.)) Can't have my feet too wet. I've got like nine pairs. ((close up on face)) This gig is awesome. Free food, free fountain, I think ((looks around)).

((Norm and Blorg exchange glances behind Fred and Klingon #2))

Fred: So what's even happening down here? There's a festival out there, why wasn't I invited? And this place, the super uptight red carpet brigade, what's that about?

((Tents and Gorn exchange awkward glances, while Klingon #2 looks on sheepishly next to Fred, minus the icebucket.))

Fred: What?! ((angry at nobody explaining))

I.S.S.: ((I.S.S. looks perplexed, mouth furrows))((close up)) Don't you remember?

Klingon #2: Earf got overrun ((says embarrassingly)).

I.S.S.: Taken over.

Blorg: By who?

Gorn: (while Tents looks on nervously)) The restaurant, and the festival. They're the same thing.

Klingon #2: Different crowds though, we're here for the music.

I.S.S.: Totally.

Gorn: Yeah, Tau man, that's why we'd figure you'd remember. All they do is watch some version of you explode in another universe. Last time you hung yourself in that reality I think ((scratches headband)) Not my scene at all. ((Tents sadder, shaking head)) Plus, we usually get sent back to Hitler's Asshole.

Klingon #2: Yeah, not the best gig really.

Fred: Guys, we're inside that universe!

((group band shot))((pause))

I.S.S.: Hitler's asshole?

Fred: No!

I.S.S.: I was gonna say, we have to get set up in a few for the next show.

Gorn: I know, it's gonna be great.

Fred: Guys! Don't you realize?! We're in that guy! When that guy explodes, we all explode with him!

I.S.S.: Whoa.

Tents: Murf mur mf mrf ((This happens every season.))((Leonard Nimoy voice)).

Norm: Every season.

Fred: We can't let this happen! My déjà vu is giving me a neurosis!

Klingon #2: Again?

Blorg: Where can we find out who's in charge around here? Of this event? I've got legal writs and I'm not afraid to use em'!

Tents: Mrf mrf murf mrf ((Well, I know a guy, who is connected to another guy who might be able to help us.))

Blorg: Where?

Tents: (same speaking as before) ((Not here, but somewhere in this system. We need to get out of here first.)

Fred: Here? This room?

Gorn: They made it so we can't travel freely.

Fred: Who?

Gorn: The guy who put the FAA regulations down. Apparently he's a real jerk.

Fred: ((sighs)) That was me ((instantly gets pelted with a gold sock from I.S.S. and a drumstick from Tents.)) Look there were people messing around in here! I didn't know what else to do?

Blorg: We could take my ship but ((looks at smaller version of ship)) I don't know if we would fit.

Norm: Why not take the RV?

Gorn: Who's that guy?

Norm: I'm Norm, remember the tomatoes?

Klingon #2: Not you Norm, him ((points at Blorg))

Blorg: I'm Blorg, Esquire, ((fumbles for card from behind back))((produces two cards for Klingon #2 and Gorn)).

Gorn: You're a lawyer? Dude we've needed representation this whole time.

I.S.S.: Yeah we get like no perks. ((amidst huge dressing room))

Klingon #2: Yeah and someone else has been watching us the whole time. ((Looks around))((whispers))I can't even get ice around here.

Gorn: Some illegal transmission station from what I'm told. Something about a restaurant.

I.S.S.: I heard it was some weird cult or some jazz like that. But I didn't see anything.

Blorg: So we're trapped in here?

Gorn: No, we just have to make it past the guards.

((Door opens, flustered looking Ethereal Producer runs in))

Producer: I.S.S. Baby! ((looks at Fred)) Who's this guy? ((keeps talking while Fred is pissed)) Look, we gotta get you guys on stage, you're gonna be on in a few after the Spectral Nine.

I.S.S.: Aw man, I never get to see those guys play.

Producer: ((awkwardly looks around))((close up)) Anyway, we gotta get you out there ((muffling over headset)) Yeah I have the mangoes ok! ((screaming into headset)) Ok, deep breath ((breathes in)) Ok, let's go guys.

Tents: ((immediately interrupts))((various mrfs mrfs))((Um, we actually have to take care of some...thing...over by...((looking around, Tents's view)) in Norm's RV))

Producer: Huh?

Norm: Whoa.

Tents: ((loosens collar while talking))((nonchalant))((Yeah, we agreed to do a spot...for ((looking at Norm, see him holding wraps in container))((his...wraps...))

Producer: ((scowling)) Will I get one?

Norm: Have one now! ((walks up and hands him one))

Producer: Ok! All is well in the universe then! ((grabs wrap))((munches while walking out)) Just be at the backstage area in 10 millicrons. We need your best performance! The crowd is ravenous this season. ((He walks out the door, and the others follow, as he leads them past the KommBots without a card, which Fred found worrisome.))

Fred: How exactly can they get past here? ((whispers))((while walking))

Blorg: You don't know?((whispers))

((The seven cross the threshold of the doorway leading out, past the familiar SpiderGuard, who waves at I.S.S. who casually doesn't see.))((Tents nods as he leads I.S.S. out the door, with Gorn, Klingon #2 and Norm, Blorg, and Fred walking behind.))

SpiderGuard: ((waves with two arms)) Web Web ((Have fun tonight guys, try not to get into trouble like you always do.))

I.S.S.: ((Being carried by Tents with tentacle wrapped around)) Pfft, not always.

((The seven reach the outside area of the V.I.P. section, which is cornered off by SpiderGuard and KommBots painted in the same style as before, standing in a wall behind the front entry way. The group sees an opening, and tries not to attract attention. Sneaking by, the seven manage to reach the outside of the V.I.P. section, when suddenly))((Group of party goers spots them))

Green Ethereal: ((FREAKING OUT)) IT'S TENTS AND I.S.S.!

Random Human Soul: Oh my-- ((burp to almost barf noise))((dropping red cup he was holding))((people reacting in background with shock but unsane awe.))

Blorg: Oh Gah... ((with group frozen in place)).

((Fans begin to mob, as the seven of them run away))((SpiderGuard and KommBot Staff Security begin to cut off the remaining giving chase, as the seven run back into the V.I.P. area for safety))

I.S.S.: ((still being held up by Tents))((laughing)) Ah die hard fans. Best part of the job. ((shaking head while Tents looks annoyed)).

Gorn: I never get noticed. ((shaking head sadly))

((The fans are clamoring now, against the wall of SpiderGuard and KommBot, surrounding the perimeter.))((Loud noise shot)).

Blorg: Ravenous. ((close up, surprised shot)).

((In the background, another ethereal producer appears, this one wearing another headset and holding another clipboard.))

Ethereal Producer (Orange): I.S.S. baby! ((sees Tents, gets exuberant)) Tents, my dawg! ((Tents rolls eyes))((cut over shot to I.S.S.))

I.S.S.: Didn't we just talk? ((Tents rolls his eyes in the other direction)).

Ethereal Producer: (Orange still)((close up)) Uh no. ((pan back to over shoulder shot, I.S.S. and group side)) What are you doing out of the dressing room? Performance isn't for a few mellions yet ((looks at watch))((cube shaped))

I.S.S.: Just out for a stroll, honestly ((Fred facepalms))

E.P.: Well, we're gonna be doing Boston in a few again, ((looks at screen of Fred Ventresca in reality where all of the festival and restaurant are within)) Lucky for us, this guy likes listening to the same music all the time.

I.S.S.: Awesome. ((close up))

Fred: Another me listens to Boston? ((walk in shot))

E.P.: Who's this guy? ((looks at Fred))((Fred flustered shot)) So, where ya strollin' to? Can I come?

I.S.S.: No.

Tents: Mrf mr mf mr ((We're a little busy at the moment))((looking around nervously))

E.P.: Ahh! ((slaps head, whiffs through)) Groupies and a little "sugar" ((emphasis with quote fingers)) Ha Ha ((close up)) I understand completely ((calm))((pull back shot, group over the shoulder)) We'll do the Cat Transmission this time, give those guys a chance to pull it off. ((nods to side of backstage))((cut to Cat Transmission))((Cat Transmission standing in the background, Tuba Group))

Tents: Mrf mur mur mff ((Sounds good, goodbye))

I.S.S.: Aw man I love those guys! Can we stay?

((Tents immediately carries I.S.S. off grumpily, as the group continues away from the Producer and around a corner))

Gorn: What's so bad about sugar? ((Klingon #2 shrugs, Blorg and Norm walk while Fred grumbles angrily)).

((The group finds a more secluded area, far from the producer and the stage.))((The fans surrounding are getting restless, as they push and shove against the Security forces to get past, and close to the stage.))((Group shot reacting to the fans))

Blorg: This is unsane!

Norm: Not nearly as bad as last season ((Klingon #2 and Gorn nod approvingly)).

I.S.S.: I know, it's like every time I walk out the door. ((close up))

Blorg: Alright ((close up)) As an attorney, bonded and certified for various functions, not limited to the securing of paperwork and paperweights, I'm fully capable of covertly getting us to Norm's RV. ((Reaches for ship, ship expands into larger version.))

Blorg: I'm sure the FAA won't mind, right? This is an emergency. ((He struggles with the door handle of the dented ship)).

Fred: Oh yeah sure. ((flicks fingers))

((Blorg, everyone surprised))

Norm: That's it?

Fred: What? Fred Aviation Agency, remember?

I.S.S.: Nice.

((Group gathers around ship))((All taken aback by how to fit inside))

Tents: Mf mrf mr mf ((This is illogical))((Still Leonard Nimoy voice))

Gorn: Yeah, how can we fit out axes?

Blorg: ((sighs)) Listen, ((close up)) I went to college ((finger in the air))((dead silence from group))((Blorg close up, sighs)) Just get in.

((Surely enough, a clock swiveling effect has them all jam packed into Blorg's dented compact.))((Everyone pressed inside, including Blorg, with Tents's mouth up against the back window))

I.S.S.: I should have gone to college.

Klingon #2: My battlathe is in my face!

Fred: ((smashed inward)) You couldn't get a sedan?

Blorg: ((flustered)) Prosecutors aren't made of money you know!

I.S.S.: But you're green!

((Everyone pauses))

I.S.S.: Yeah how did I know that?

Norm: ((Pressed up against back window)) The RV is that way ((scrunches hand forward, poke Blorg in the face))((Blorg reacts, puts on seat belt))

Blorg: Thanks for the reminder.

Norm: Wha?

((Blorg rattles ship into gear, dragging bumper))((The ship begins to take off, knowing that they can't take off yet around the stage for the fear of drawing attention. Because of the size, they head to Norm's RV.))((Driving through the throngs was easy, as they made a slight detour around to the side, and took off into the Shakedown))

Gorn: Can't we just fly?

Fred: Are you trying to get us noticed?

Gorn: ((sniffs)) Maybe.

Blorg: ((driver's side window shot)) But this is you, inside of you. I mean, you're Fred.

Passerby: ((driver's side window shot)) Who?

Fred: ((cut to shot)) See?

I.S.S.: ((Brief cut, silence)) Uncalled for.

((The ship continues to putt along, as the RV draws nearer. The closer the group gets, the more attention is drawn to them))

Blorg: You said this would be a good idea!

((suddenly, Giant Salamander Fan reacts))

Giant Salamander: Oh my Bleh, GORRRRN!!

((all his friends turn immediately, some drinking out of red cups and another sneezing "else" everywhere))((Group shots of people turning))((Fans ravenous))((Screaming!))((Fans start rushing the ship, and the group is far from security within the campsite area. Many of that group, and others rock Blorg's ship side to side.))

Gorn: ((sniffs)) See? ((Happy expression, looking upward))

I.S.S.: No! Gah, quit bringing it up.

((One of the fans runs into Blorg's side door, amidst the rocking))

Gorn: ((shocked)) I am so sorry.

Blorg: ((amidst chaos, rocking))((people at windows))((sighs))Full tort. ((leans back)).

((The ship putts along, with people clamoring all around))((They manage to reach the RV, and stop amidst the amound of people around))((One fan manages to get inside the sunroof))

Mad Fan: Tents!

Klingon #2: ((looks at Tents)) Mad dash?

Tents: Mrf mr ((Mad Dash))

((The group piles out quickly))((I.S.S. is being carried by Tents through the crowd, both handing out pre-autographed headshots to distract the masses))((Gorn lovingly greets his fans who throw him flowers))((Klingon #2 leaps on top of the RV, with people chanting #2! #2!))((Both Norm, and Fred get safely through the crowd, but Blorg is stuck in his ship, jamming the dented door open))

Fred: ((off camera))((over masses of people shouting)) Comon' Blorg! You went to college! Mad dash!

Blorg: ((sighs))((angry)) I should have gotten a rental.

((Blorg turns and kicks door repeatedly))((A mad fan rips off Blorg's door))

Mad Fan: I got a door from a ship that I.S.S. was in!

Mad Fan 2: Gimmie that!

((Blorg immediately encapsulates ship, and pulls the matter from the fan's hands, and blinks back to Blorg's keychain, making a boop beep noise))((Blorg runs after the group, while throngs of fans fight over headshots and amazed by #2's Battlathe moves))

Klingon #2 (close up): Always works. ((fans cheer as he spins the sword)) I should try fans next time.

((The group piles into the RV, where Catman reacts by literally going tense and spazzing out.))((Norm closes the RV windows, with a big 'Closed' sign on the outside of the Wrap Master ((RV business)) ))

Catman: ((Hisses)) Norm what did you—((sees band, spazzes out))((full on electric hair tense)) I.S.S.! Tents! Gorn and #2! ((zig zag shots for each))

Norm: No time! Adventure now! ((leaps forward to the driver's seat, begins to start the RV))((Shot of upward momentum as they escape from the fans, clamoring below))((One stands alone at the bottom, staring upward as the RV flies off.))

Fan: ((amidst chaos))((bleary eyed))So, do you guys have hummus?

((Starshot cut to the RV flying off from planet Earf, still within the body of Fred Ventresca known as the Fredverses))((Close up of group inside of the RV, much more room with I.S.S. belted into a seat, while the others sit around comfortably as Norman flies in a front camera shot from the rear facing forward.))((Blorg is working on his ship, very small in the palm of his hand, with a claw working to put the door back on))((Fred stares at the little ship, in a backseat chair across from Blorg))

Fred: I thought you had full tort?

Blorg: Prosecutor salary? Remember? ((works furiously)) Who are these people anyway?

Norm: The guy I know who knows a guy, who's connected to another guy.

Klingon #2: How do you know that? ((Gorn, just as perplexed in the background))

Norm: ((points upwards to Collander Satellite dish))

Klingon #2: ((previous shot)) Well that explains it.

Norm: ((close up)) Yeah I get all the best channels.

((Shot of RV flying, rainbow onramp called Respiatory Track Rt. 420))

((shot continues)) Catman: So, I.S.S.

I.S.S.: Yeah?

Catman: What does your name mean anyway?

I.S.S.: I saw stuff. ((RV keeps flying down the rainbow highway))

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((Our heroes are driving along the Respiatory Interstate ((Route 420, complete with sign)) and the eight make their way via the RV to the turn off for the lung region of Frederick Kyle Ventresca, complete with scenic parking spots and various long distance binocular sights.))((The RV has a turtle shell license plate, which clearly is an inside joke for any, every, and all in general who understand)).

Blorg: Why aren't we flying? ((back of RV))((flustered shot))

Norm: ((pan front))Tolls man, gets expensive. Plus I don't have the right plates

Gorn: ((cuts back to windshield view)) What are they transmitting now?

Norm: ((Television between the console on))((showing the last part of the BPS Commercial)) ((Console is also a UPS, Universal Positioning System, like in Blorg's ship.))((Cat Transmission playing Tuba Action)) Looks like the Spectral Nine is playing.

I.S.S.: Killer sound. ((close up)) Whoa we gotta go back and play!

Gorn: I know, how long is this going to take?

Catman: ((in front seat)) Awesome! ((stares at TV, as band coverage concludes)) Aww. ((Broadcast changes to Lion Lady Newscaster))((Catman gasps)) Lion Lady Newscaster!

Blorg: Who?

Fred: She's a local broadcaster for ENN, Earf News Network.

Gorn: Yeah she's won awards.

I.S.S.: I preferred her expose on the social issues regarding impressionist painters in correlation to political discourse. Fascinating.

Klingon #2: I missed that one.

Catman: Wait, wha? ((looking at screen, showing an interview between Lion Lady Newscaster and Tents.))((Catman looks back at Tents, back at TV, then Tents again)) Are you real man?

Tents: Mrf ((As real as I could be))

Norm: What?

Catman: Tents is being interviewed, but he's right back there!

((group "Huh"?))((Everyone looks in to the screen to see Tents, being interviewed by Lion Lady Newscaster))

Lion Lady Newscaster: And so you'll be playing soon after the Spectral Nine?

Tents ((fake)): ((speaking is off synch)) Mrf Mr Mrff Mur ((We have to take a break, we'll be back later))((nobody notices off synch since Tent's lips are under))

Lion Lady Newscaster: Ok, well we'll be back soon after these words with more coverage to come. And special thanks to Tents, for speaking on the behalf of I.S.S. and the Quantum Realities ((crowd cheers in the background))

Blorg: What was with that?

Fred: ((pokes Tents))

Tents: Mrf MR MRF MRF ((They've never done that before))((looks at Fred while he pokes))

I.S.S.: ((cuts to I.S.S.)) And the candle of integrity has ((intensity))((close up))BURNED DOWN. I WILL NEVER WATCH HER EXPOSE AGAIN.((pans back))((Smells Tents)) Oh, Tents you are here! I thought you bailed man. ((Tents looks pissed, folds tentacles)).

Gorn: They were impersonating us? ((freaked out))

Klingon #2: Was the battlathe not enough? ((sad look))

Blorg: ((drops car, door fell off)) Clearly, this is another flagrant abuse of justice and law by whoever these individuals are! ((close up)) Who are they! I want a piece of em' and I—

Norm: We're here. ((close up of Norm driving))((Blorg freaked out, peeking from back))((pan out view of Air Valley, the location of the lung center and also a scenic spot.))((Around there are picnic benches and various overlooks of certain views of the inner lung region, gigantic walls that go up for miles within the ventilation system of Fred, the being in question))((Norm grinds the RV to a halt and clicks the gear into park, sideways, in the parking lot above)).

Fred: ((inside RV)) So who is this guy? I figured I would know.

Norm: Part of the respiratory system within, where we are. The system.

I.S.S.: Sounds like an oppressor if you ask me. The system!

((The group begins to disembark off the RV and around the parking lot. There are a few sightseers and various other people around, but scattered for the most part. Overlooking the crags and cracks of the lung tissue, there are adjacent steps leading down to a separate the upper overlook with the path below. Tents is carrying I.S.S. down the slipperly sloping stairs, while the others are buckling around the crags surround the narrow walls.))((Yes, this path is narrow.))

Blorg: ((angry at stairs)) This is ridiculous!

I.S.S.: ((Being carried by Tents))((close shot moving)) Yeah, but we're making great time.

Tents: Mrf meh mehr murf ((Speak for yourself)),((still in Leonard Nimoy voice))

I.S.S.: ((chuckles)) Didn't I?

((The group begins to reach the bottom, the threshold at the lower end of the chamber of the lungs, capable of reaching into the depths of the catacombs of the pleura, and has a brown lake surrounding))

Fred: ((overlooking shot, over the shoulder, at lake)) Man, someone needs to clean up this dump!

Norm: Isn't this you?

Blorg: Who are we here to see again? ((to Norm)),((pan back shot)).

Norm: ((turns and looks around))((squints)) Right over there. ((points ahead to a space in the catacomb region far around the bend.))((The group follows a mucus river, leading up to a higher crevice, where there is a large band of mucus, stretched on the wall.))((The color is black and green and brown ((as usual)) ))((Two sets of faces appear, one on the back end of the crevice with a goofy kid's face, and the other a circular mass, with a smile and a set of eyes.))

Mucus: Hello! ((nasal nose breathing effect))((In essence, talking with a nose in the microphone))

Group ((except for Norm and Blorg)) Ewwgh! ((grossed out))

Norm: Hey guys. ((waves))

Blorg: ((licks chops))

Mucus #2: Whoa! Get that guy some wraps or something!

Mucus: Yeah stay away from me there buddy ((nasal cackle)) Hey Norm.

Norm: So, look, I know I've only delivered wraps here, but I needed to ask you about—

Mucus: ((fast cut)) Oh, I know. That was just to re-establish the potential.

Blorg: Potential?

Mucus, Mucus #2: To watch our shows! ((points with globular hand, which switches on a series of screens on the adjacent walls surrounding))((They all begin to come alive, each one a screen of dust, magnifying on each spectrum.))((All of the screens are at separate angles))((Various stages are shown))((Arcade screen is shown))((Various festival footage is shown))((All done in a pan across view, with a build up to close up on Fred.))

Fred: You've got to be kidding.

Norm: ((looking around)) I don't remember seeing those before ((scratches head)).

Mucus #2: Offseeeeeason! ((high nasal))

Mucus: ((close cut)) Very true, offseason. I was hungry.

Mucus #2: Onioooooooooooon Rings!

Fred: ((close up))((infuriated)) Alright, seriously! ((points at screens)) What are those?

Mucus: They're the shows!

Mucus #2: The shows we love! ((back and forth between the two))((close cuts))

Mucus: ((after 4th exchange of dialogue)) Shows like yours! ((hypnotizing eyes on Fred))

Mucus #2: Are what we love! ((back and forth between the two))((Shot of Fred, being hypnotized))((Their voices continue and echo slightly, as pinwheels, and McKay rays flashing blue and red begin to fill his vision))((Suddenly, his lawyer runs in!)

Blorg: ((hypnotic powers activate!))((Standing in front of Fred, who is drooling slightly and still hypnotized.)) I believe my client's rights may be under duress here!

Mucus: Whoa! ((immediate pull back out of hypnotic vision)) Is that legal? You're a lawyer? ((close up)) Wait ((smiling, looking upwards)) Now I remember! ((cackles))((eyes clench))

((Blorg, reaching for card, as Fred steps in))

Fred: Remember what?

Mucus: ((close up)) I've seen you guys before ((mucus pulls out to reveal remote control))((changes channel to the last lifetime.))((Shows the exact angle, complete with Klingon #2 waving, and looking at his own hand right after)). See? That happened last time.

Mucus #2: Secooooond Tiiiime Around! ((just like on the show, complete with an inside gag that the writer/typist is willing to share for the amusement of onlookers and patrons alike.))

Mucus: ((quick shot))((cackling)).

Blorg: ((immediate cut)) How is this possible?! ((throws his card)) Take my card! ((close up face)) Who are you really anyway?! ((group shot, Blorg running around)) Why are we in a being's lungs? Why did you have a restriction on flying?! ((runs up and pokes Fred))((close up on Fred)) What am I doing with my liiiiiiiiiiife?! ((pulling at face))((close up shot)).

Mucus: Well then, ((close up, jovial)), allow myself to introduce myself! I am the sickness!

Mucus #2: The sickness!

Mucus: But you can call me Truth!

Mucus #2: And you can call me Proof!

((Both cackle, highly nasal. One clearly crazed ((Truth)), the other lunified and highly musical ((Proof))((Either way, representatives of what was once, and would hopefully not be again.))

Blorg: ((eyes furrowing)) And? ((wide shot in background of the group))

Truth: ((cut to)) This has to do with transposition!

Proof: ((quick cut)) Transposition!

Gorn: ((cut to group, walk in shot)) The theory?

Tents: ((still carrying I.S.S.)) Mrf mf murh ((The theory)).

Proof: ((musical notes begin after this line)) The theory!

Truth: The theory!

Blorg: Of what?

Proof: Of why they're here!

Truth: Of why they're here!

Proof: And always here!

Truth: And always here!

Fred: Here?! ((close up))((looks at self, pulls shirt))

Proof: And there, and there ((screen close up))((showing various parts of Fred Ventresca, the being they are within))((Proof's shot of Fred on the crapper)).

Truth: And there and there! ((first shot is Fred doing outside work))((the next shot is of Fred crying)).

Proof: Over there! ((shot of Fred buying cigarettes))

Truth: And over there! ((shot of Fred sleeping))

Fred: ((jump in shot)) There?! ((pointing))

Truth: And there! ((cut to Fred, just freaking out beforehand))((Fred freaks out again)).

Proof: And there! ((cut to Fred doing laundry))

Blorg: ((completely freaking out))((frazzled at the rhyming))

I.S.S.: ((close shot)) Am I missing out? Are we doing a number?

Truth: ((cut back)) Everywhere! ((screens all around of various Fred Ventresca, aka Frederick Kyle Ventresca))((doing various stuff))((various times in existence)).

Proof: And anywhere! ((screens surround the group, all around the front of Proof and Truth))((Various Fred Ventrescas, at various points and various points of the festival of various moments)).

Proof & Truth: ((musical)) We watchy, watchy, watchy, watchy!

Truth: ((close up)) Looky looky, screeny screeny, Fred Ventresca's shirts are steaming! ((shot of Fred Ventresca ironing))

Proof: ((quick cut)) Looky, looky, lurkey turkey, Fred Ventresca's buying jerky! ((Fred in line, fumbling with money))

Proof & Truth: Watchy, watchy, watchy, watchy!

Truth: Looky looky, screeny screeny Universal Soldiers are competing ((shows arcade view of the festival, showing a group of what appear to be little green folk being controlled by people shooting apart an environment)).

Proof: Looky, looky, screeny, screeny, cartoon shows are repeating ((shows various channels where cartoon universes are being broadcast)).

Truth: ((shows screen of a certain cat and spider cartoon)) MeowMix MeowMix ((MeowMix shot)), Webby Webby ((cut to webby))

Proof: Fred Ventresca's older chevy! ((screen of Fred driving his older car))((first person view from Fred's eyes)).

Blorg: ((quick cut))((frazzled))((Curly-esque hand motions over head and face)) So what?!

Truth: ((quick cut back)) So what?

Proof: ((slide cut)) So what?

I.S.S.: ((slow)) Yeah ((normal pace)) Whaaaaaaat? ((brief pause))

Truth: ((Hard cut back))((restart musical tempo)) Ok then. ((deeper nasal voice))((Raising Arizona Parole hearing from beginning of movie in background on back screen adjacent right shoulder))

Proof: ((slide cut)) So let's review!

Truth: The restaurant ((shows posh red carpet on dust screen))

Proof: Is all they knew!

Truth: ((shows footage change to massive line of limos, and festival traffic)) They come in droves!

Proof: ((pans out to Earth)) And noone knows!

Truth: ((vocals))((group shot, the eight watching)) To watch the shows! ((shows cameras on screens behind group))

Proof: ((vocals))((same shot, group's eyes darting the other direction)) To show what they know! ((screens behind camera flicker to various footage)).

Fred: They? ((close up))

Norm: ((slide cut)) Who?

((Screen pan to WHO ((owl and webby cartoon))((Bleary eyed, yet strung out owls))

WHO: WHO! ((CLOSE UP EYES AND OWL FACE))

WHO: WHO! ((MIRROR SHOT))((SAME SHOT))

Fred & Norm: ((Both surprised))((pause looking around))((tempo stop))

((Screen behind the group displays Leonard Nimoy))

Leonard Nimoy: Who indeed? ((Starfleet uniform))

Proof: ((hard cut))((tempo starts up)) The truth is simple!

Truth: ((slide cut)) Fred made some money money ((shows footage))((different lifetime))

Proof: ((vocal))((show screen footage)) And then he went spendy spendy ((shows Fred with buildings and spaceships building around him in the background))((Doing a jump move to show elation))

Truth: And made himself a movie-oovie

Proof: ((show screen to the right of Proof)) Oovie-movie, and some went screwy ((show footage of people angry))

Norm: ((cut to)) Movie?

Truth: ((cut back)) They used a phone!

Klingon #2: A phone? ((cut to))

Proof: A phone to clone! ((cut back))

Truth: To watchy, watchy!

Proof: ((back view, over the 'pike' so to speak, behind view of Proof and Truth)) Watchy, watchy! ((screens behind group fuzz))

Truth: ((same shot)) Screeny screeny!

Proof: ((shot fades in slightly)) Of other people--

Blorg: ((close up reaction shot))((furious and riled by rhyming))((spazzing completely))))((Truth and Proof vocals)) Peeeing eeing!

Truth & Proof: ((vocals))((group of eight shot))((reaction shot, all grossed out but Blorg who is losing his sanity over the rhyming)) It's true! It's true! It's true! It's true! ((eyes darting back and forth))((Blorg completely and utterly furious)).

Truth: ((close shot)) They scanny scanny! ((Truth's eyes go round and round))

Proof: ((same shot))((while Truth's eyes go round and round)) Scanny, scanny!

Truth: Brain harmonics to watch their planets! ((show screen of multiple planets on each monitor))

Proof: ((slide cut)) Their planets!

Truth: ((vocals)) Their planets! Deep inside! ((Fred reaction shot))

Proof: ((vocals))Where they watch! ((Norm reaction shot))

Truth: ((close up)) And watch! ((goofily ecstatic))

Proof: ((slide cut)) But don't!

Truth: ((vocals))((same shot)) But don't?

Proof: They actually watch!

Truth: ((cut to)) What people ((stern face)) are seeing ((steady pause shot))((silence except for screens in background with various footage.))

I.S.S.: ((close up))((mouth agape)) What?

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((Back in Air Valley, our heroes stand around Proof and Truth, and their screens of various footage and festival activities))

Fred: ((cut to)) They're infringing on my rights! ((freaking out))

Norm: ((slide to))((watching screens)) On all our rights.

Blorg: ((close cut))((freaking out)) ENOUGH! ((spazzing shot)) WHO ARE THEY?! ((CLAWS AND HANDS ABOVE HEAD)) WHERE'S THE LAW AROUND HERE?! ((LOOKS AT OWN HANDS))((BEGINS FUMBLING FOR LEDGER PHONE)) I'LL GET UNIVERSAL LAW, JUDGE GAVEL, D.A. WHIG ((PHONE ESCAPING HIS GRASP WITH EVERY CLUTCH IN RAGE))

Tents: Mrf ((This has happened before))

Fred: ((surprised shot)) What?

Blorg: Huh? ((stupefied))

I.S.S.: ((long shot)) Yeah.

Truth: He knows! ((stern shot))

Gorn: Every season ((shrugs))

Proof: He knows! ((melodic))

Klingon #2: Every season ((sighs))

Fred: Know what?! ((frazzled))((rubbing hair))

Tents: ((rolling eyes))((examining tentacle like a cuticle)) (( I knew))

Blorg: ENOUGH! ((COMPLETELY BATSHIT NOW))((PANTING))((SLOws down))((Breathes in))((Breathes out, completely litigator))((Composed)) Somebody ((slow with each word, emphasis on each)) here, explain this ((emphasis)) slowly! Please. ((eyes twitching))

Proof&Truth: ((opens mouths))

Blorg: WITHOUT RHYMING! ((SPAZZING WITH CLAWS AND HANDS))

((There is a shot of the top of Blorg's head, looking at the others standing in front of Proof and Truth, the screens still on the wall.))((Everyone pauses, and is silent except for the slight pant of Blorg))((Tents rolls his eyes again, sighs, and beings to explain via brain waves, dust screen, and telekinetic screening))

Tents: Mrf Mrf Muh Mur Muph ((from now on, Leonard Nimoy voice specifically over Tents's native tongue)) (( A long time ago, and I mean a long ass time ago dude. I mean way back. I was there, and I know what that means. There was a guy, a human that we're in right now. He's crazy now, but in other lifetimes, he was different.))

I.S.S.: ((cut shot)) Very different.

Tents: ((cut back)) Mrf Mup ((Indeed, there were lifetimes long ago for humanity, in such a way where star travel began to be common place. ((shows footage of the past, space ships))((show other footage)) ((However, an event occurred that essentially changed the dichotomy of the universe, specifically for humanity.))((Show various footage, including various shots from various perspectives, humanity being manipulated by shadows essentially, and various other parts of what Total 'Em was)). ((Many factors, including the manipulation of quantum computers, led to the idea of every potential being actualized, and any potential being essentially plausible, and therefore possible.))

Fred: ((cut to)) What do you mean lifetimes?

Tents: ((cuts to)) ((Let's just say I've played this gig before))

Blorg: ((cut to)) How many times? ((freaked out expression))

Tents: ((previous shot)) ((Eight, that I can remember.))

((Group shot, surprised reactions))

Tents: ((It's been a hefty year man, I just keep to myself about this. ((cut to Tents face shot)) You're always so enthusiastic about coming to play this venue every year)) ((pauses))((frazzled by thought, scratching head with tentacle)) ((Come to think of it, every year has been hefty. ((close up)) ((Uh Oh)).

I.S.S.: ((cut to))((still being clutched by Tents)) No.

Tents: ((I messed up dude)) ((tentacle to brow))

I.S.S.: ((cut to))((screaming)) You're supposed to see this type of thing ((close up)) Coming! ((louder))

Tents: ((I think we're in a poop loop))

Blorg: ((closer up))((frazzled)) What((freak out)) is with this ((super fast)) place?! ((deep emphasis on last word in sentence)).

Gorn: Oh yeah, Poop Loop, haven't heard that single in a while.

Truth&Proof: Poop Loop! ((x2 Melodic))

Tents: ((Stop, please, for the love of BWAH and WAH, I'll continue. This guy, right there, ((pointing to screen)) had a company, that involved a reality where you could live, and dream.))

((Shows a brainwave screen from Tent's memory, of Fred Ventresca selling tickets to see an enviroment of their own design.))

Fred Ventresca: ((to crowds around, salesman style)) Come one come all! Realities are born. Come to live in your own world, and you can! Only 15 ((fingers up)) minutes of your life to live a lifetime of your choosing, in any, every, and all places you could possibly wonder! All for cheaper than most vacations, and worth every penny! ((shows crowds lining up around the building, for the apparent Grand Opening))

Tents: ((But the catch was, you couldn't really do much))((shows footage)) No sex, no thrills; single player. ((shows footage of successful Fred)) He enjoyed himself, and played daily. Likewise with others. Sometimes it was as though he preferred to live his own life all over again.))

((shows creepier footage))

Tents: ((But then, a competitor came along called Total 'Em. These people were less interested in actually having a good time, and preferred a different strategy. ((shows devious plans)) They tested their system on a few people, people who apparently had a strong dislike for Fred Ventresca himself, who actually had been invited him to try their system. ((shows footage of note being slipped under door of Fred's office, invitation)). ((Shows Fred picking up note, putting on desk and going back to work)) However, strange things were afoot at that company. Plots of manipulation and a mismanagement, led to the destruction of the Earth entirely, long ago.

Fred: But we're still here, right?

Tents: ((Incidentally, we're aware that Earth is actually where Fred and the Fredverses reside. However, because of this methodology, what has actually happened, is their company, essentially created the end of existence. In essence, they manufactured the apocalypse, merely to have the ability to control ideas, existence, and essentially life as we know it.)) ((Shows Fred Ventresca freaking out)) ((Over time, what occurred was the same lifetimes lived over and over again. We didn't think this applied to beings in general, just humans who actually made such a blunder. But this proves, that by trying to destroy him repeatedly in the past and the future, through a residual effect of their involvement alone, has created this catastrophe time and time again. This must have, essentially, spread to every, any, and all parts of well, all.

Blorg: Total 'Em did this?! Why didn't Jesus mention this?! ((frazzled more))

Tents: ((Oh they did an episode involving him too.))

Blorg: What?! ((furious))((calms down)) Come to think of it, maybe that's why he hasn't been back in this area in a while.

Norm: After what they did to him, I wouldn't either.

Fred: But how were they able to do this?

Truth: Sickness!

Proof: The sickness! ((melodic))

Tents: ((Hate coupled with an ancient technology, that is actually a sentient consciousness exploited by those who had created the system to destroy people from other lifetimes.))((Show footage of electron transit))((These creatures were exploited for their abilities. Able to cross boundaries that separate existences and dimension, similar to that of how electrons pass between the passages of space and time and utilizing the same methods of transit, these creatures long ago traverse and bolded new pathways, long before the existence of many creatures, including mankind. But this was because sometimes, law, and what is merely a particle to man and creature alike, was simply foreign to them.))((Points to screen, to external Fred Ventresca eating a sandwich)) ((Then one day, that, which you would call human, asked for the most ludicrous things; ((shows footage)) Ancient knowledge and Wisdom, to understand for the sake of doing, and later understand, and Good Luck for Every, Any, and All.))

I.S.S.: ((cut to)) I would have asked for socks. ((looks at feet longingly))

Tents: ((Essentially, we're part of a repetition; a system which requires a reboot, and one only that guy apparently knew)).

Fred: Me?

Tents: ((still looking at screen above, Fred eating sandwich hungrily)) ((That guy, so you're a byproduct within a consciousness of ultimately, yourself))((shows Fred in group, looking at himself))

Blorg: ((finally has grabbed ledger phone))((Looking through ledger)) This still doesn't explain—

Tents: ((I know, I'm getting to that)) ((close shot on Tent's brain screen)) ((Essentially, every time a certain product of human engineering was created, an event occurred over and over. What happened was the creation of a quantum computer. When this was done, certain lifeforms were aware of this, and utilized such as a conduit, without realizing, there were existing natural conduits as well. Essentially, because each satellite ((shows footage)) with the quantum computer would always be there in the future, it would have the potential to transmit to the past. Man and Woman alike, beyond Total 'Em, form holes naturally to traverse, by manipulating a future patent of the man in question ((show Fred Ventresca clipping toenails)). ((In essence, what began as a heist to take information by exploiting sentient consciousness, became a cyclical dynamic to control exponentially.)) ((Show infinity symbol on brain screen))

Proof&Truth: ((vocals)) Poop Loop! Poop Loop!

Tents: ((scowling slightly))((Basically, that. So, every time that a potential would exist in this dynamic, each linear dynamic would shatter each time. Essentially, a degrading cycle of Earth over and over, that became so calculable, to create shows that were scripted specifically for beings to endure on every level of conscious existence, without their knowledge or consent. Without humanity being aware, and much of the universes on earth as well.))((show footage on Tent's screen))

Fred: ((close up)) Every earth?

Tents: ((Every universe)) ((Fred reaction shot)) ((And by every universe, I mean every metaphysical universe. If this happens over and over, every time, then every potential for what humanity had been, would be lost forever, minerally, over each existence they destroyed on a metaphysical level or not.))

Gorn: So are we stuck here?

Klingon #2: So I'll never be a space pirate again? ((looks sad))

Cat: You mean I've been a sous chef and I could have been a dancer?! ((spazzing))

Blorg: Now hang on! There's no way every universe is affected by the same potentials programmed over and over because of this.

Tents: ((Part of what caused this is because humanity has been living the same existence over and over again. Mineral memory accounts for this based upon the potentials otherwise.))

((Shows Tent's BrainScreen))((MeowMix Cartoon))

Blorg: What the—

Proof&Truth: MeowMix Meowmix! ((melodic))

Klingon #2: I love that show!

Tents: ((This is essentially the basis for wave function naturally))((shows footage of Webby, BWAH, natural waves off plants and insects)) ((When you incorporate the same technology over and over, what becomes natural became problematic, and incalculable, which led to the destruction of the last tour.))

Norm: ((shot looking in, squinting)) But what does that, have to do with this?

Tents: ((screen closer)) ((Essentially, a flood gate was opened))((showing waves from the satellite, bouncing back off the Earth over and over, and bouncing around the ionosphere, creating waves with stellar dust, webs of spiders higher above, and the clouds)) ((To where the universes as a whole would always remember, and, always remember where certain places were, to refract back information, regardless of whether they were present in that linear lifetime, or not.))((show Earth with electron flow and proton flow)) The most frightening part, is because quantum physics postulates every, any, and all, every, any, and all potentials were delegated all over, including to places long forgotten, or perhaps where life was only imagined by others. And perhaps some places which were still transmitting, and now could unabated. ((Shows various places, including the Moon, planet Venus, Mars, Delphi and the Tower of Babel, Library of Alexandria))

I.S.S.: Called it.

Tents: ((shows on Tent's BrainScreen waves)) ((The sages of olden days before mankind, took notice of this, and knew of an event that involved man and woman manipulating. Ironically, this is where the second part of that man ((points to Fred on the DustScreen)) came to be)).

Fred: ((close up)) Wha?

Tents: ((BrainScreen showing ancient culture, higher pyramid structures with circles encasing in grids.)) ((An ancient society, left dormant for some time, who had been awakened through misuse, of one who had misused them before. The owner of Total 'Em, and what you'd know as the exploitation and exploiters of time and space.

Norm: So, what happened?

Truth: They smashed!

Proof: Smashy Smashed!

Tents: ((Unfortunately correct. This society tracked down those who had done this to a particular point, of a certain place and time, where they were messing with that man, Fred Ventresca, and in a brief display, ((shows footage)) illustrated why magic was best left untouched by the violators ((universal collision)) .))

Blorg: Why is this repeating then?! ((spazzing out completely))

Tents: ((Magic was challenged. Sentient consciousness was being manipulated by those who sought to control man, woman and life on Earth; beings in general.))((footage of magic bubble encasing the earth)) ((Because this had happened before, the remnants are always shattered, because these humans who ran the restaurant, are literally ejected from everywhere else, and disavowed from the notions of Universal Harmony. In fact, their nature is unharmonious, which is probably why magic, frankly))((BrainScreen flashes)) ((Didn't give a shit because they said words and wishes that magic found offensive!)) ((Much like that.))

Fred: What could they have possibly wished for?

Norm: Yeah that sounds pretty serious.

Tents: ((They wishes away sentient consciousness, said God and Magic didn't exist, and wished that away, and also then attempted to proclaim theyselves Gods of actual names, they said, and wished, to not exist.))

((Everyone's mouth agape, or otherwise stupefied, with the exception of Blorg))

Blorg: ((still angry, writing in ledger phone)) What is with this Theyselves thing?

Fred: Oh, I went crazy.

I.S.S.: ((close up)) Me too.

Truth: ((vocals)) It's true!

Proof: ((vocals)) Quite true! ((melodic))

Gorn: ((group shot)) That's—

Norm: ((amazed)) Stupid...

Tents: ((Exactly. So they basically tried everything they could to "crash" Gods, so they could literally whittle down each potential to control each potential. And that's all that had been heard of the Gods since then. Magic too. In essence, they tried to play God, only to find God and Magic exist, and then they tried to imprison them. At least that's what I hear when I hear people talking backstage)).

Fred: ((close up)) Who? ((freaked out))

Truth: ((cut to shot)) The restaurant! ((melodic after this line and downwards))

Proof: Resty-Resty! ((melodic))

Blorg: ((quick cut to shot)) Why?! ((freaking out with ledger phone again))

Truth: To take!

Proof: Their dreams!

Truth: And all!

Proof: No matter how big!

Truth: Or small!

Klingon #2: Trapped the Gods?! ((spazzing out with battlathe))

Truth: One and all!

Proof: And all for one!

Truth: Then none at all!

Gorn: But why does this keep happening?

Truth: They break the Gods!

Proof: So them forgets!

Truth: And they can fuck with others!

Proof: With no regrets!

Truth: One lifetime,

Proof: Is all it took!

Truth: To make a joke,

Proof: Of every holy book!

Blorg: ((SPAZZING))((SCREAMING)) ENOUGH OF THE RYHMING! WHO'S THEM?! AND FOR GAH'S SAKE—

Truth: Gah is great!

Proof: And is a saint!

Truth: But even Gods,

Proof Make mistakes!

Truth: Look right there, on that screen! ((Shows Gah on the screen playing 'White Blood Cell' the video game at the festival arcade, getting into the game.))((Blorg going CRAZIER EVERY MOMENT))

Proof: Just another classic scene!

Truth: Of Fred Ventresca driving a truck! ((shows Fred Ventresca driving truck))

Proof: And talky and turny, ((shows two heads and then dancing side to side little wizard pixies dancing around in Fred's vision, around the instrument panel of his truck))((Fred dancing along with the turn signal metranome))

Truth: Making big bucks!

Proof: To basically make,

Truth: A grown man break! ((Shows Fred screaming at turn signals))

Proof: For humor's sake!

Truth: And balk, from living,

Proof: Just to escape!

Truth: Fred's shoes talk! ((shows a close up of certain moments where his shoes were upset))

Proof: When he walky walkys!

Truth: They talky talky!

Fred: My shoes do not talk! ((looking down momentarily))

Truth: Not the Fred who said that!

Proof: Just the one with that cat! ((Shows Fred and Darwin spazzing out in apartment))

Blorg: ((COMPLETELY MENTAL AT THIS POINT FROM THE RHYMING))ENOUGH! ((THROWS LEDGERPHONE))

Tents: ((I kind of liked the rhythm))

Blorg: I DON'T! ((SPAZZING HANDS AND CLAWS)) AND I WANT TO KNOW WHO RUNS THIS RESTAURANT, AND WHERE THEY ARE!

Fred: I need a break ((head in hands))

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PART IV!

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((BACK TO AIR VALLEY, WE FIND OUR EIGHT CRAMMING BACK INTO THE BACK OF NORMAN'S RV, THE WRAP MASTER, FAR AWAY FROM THE MELODIC NOTIONS OF PROOF AND TRUTH WHOSE SHADOWS OF A STALAGTITE OF MUCUS CAN BE SEEN ACROSS THE LANDSCAPRE OF AIR VALLEY))

Fred: Those directions better be accurate ((looking at Norm's directions))

Norm: ((turns directions over)) They are accurate directions.

Fred: How do you know? I mean I didn't even know this restaurant was here.

Gorn: ((from back)) I don't think those guys want to have to live this again. Proof and Truth.

I.S.S.: ((buckled in seat))((close up)) Quite tympanic.

Klingon #2: Yeah it's like they've seen it every time there.

Blorg: And they'd always be in there every damn time again and again! ((Frazzled))((Kicks seat))((Buckles seatbelt))((Kicks again furiously in the air))

I.S.S.: So I've always been a rockstar? ((closer up)) Knew it.

Fred: First, let's go talk to me again, I need more facts that I wouldn't otherwise know.

Norm: How?

Fred: That Fred part of my Fred seems to know more about Fred than I Fred, know personally.

((Group pause))((Silence))

Blorg: Wait, the you, like the ---

((AND SURE ENOUGH OUR HEROES FOUND THEMSELVES STANDING ON THE SAME OVERPASS AS BEFORE, THE FUNKY OVERLOOK, THAT BLORG HAD STOPPED AT EASLIER ON THE ARC HIGHWAY TURNOFF. WITH THE EYES AS WIDE BEFORE, THE EIGHT STAND BEFORE THE NEUROKINETIC CHANNELS BELOW, AND GAZE UPON THE SAME GIANT EYES THAT BLORG HAD SEEN BEFORE, AND THE OTHERS HAD NOT))

((Group shot))

I.S.S.: Knew it.

FKVEYES: WHOA I.S.S.! BEEN A WHILE ((sighs, eyes closing)) Finally some faces that aren't trying to kill me. ((softer))

Blorg: ((FRAZZLED)) WHO ARE TRUTH AND PROOF?! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS RESTAURANT?! ((TO NORM, POKING)) WHERE DO YOU KEEP THOSE WRAPS?! ((FREAKING OUT, NORM POINTS TO THE RV)).

FKVEYES: THOSE TWO ARE THIEVES ((BOOMING VOICE, GROUP SHOT REACTION))((CUT BACK TO EYES)) THEY ARE THE PROOF AND THE TRUTH OF ((CLOSER IN)) WHY THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS AND HAS HAPPENED! ((CLOSER IN))((FREAKING OUT))

((SILENCE))

FKVEYES: Hey Fred, er myself. ((rolling eyes))

Fred: Why am I the only Fred in here? ((looks around))((close in view)) Where are the other Freds? I haven't seen them in a while.

FKVEYES: Oh, well, other Freds are actually here. Weren't safe with what they at the restaurant were doing, the humans. THE VOICES! ((EYES SHAKES))((PLACE RUMBLES AGAIN)).

Fred: Where?

((IN A RUSH OF NEUROKINETIC ENERGY, THE EYES SUMMON FORTH THE LOST FREDS, OR THE FREDS THAT HAD BEEN LOST THROUGHOUT THE METAPHYSICAL NATURE OF FRED, AND HAD BEEN HIDDEN AWAY OUT OF SIGHT OF THOSE WHO HOPED TO CONTROL FRED FOR WHATEVER PURPOSE.))((A POLICE OFFICER, A PALADIN, ANOTHER PALADIN FROM A VIDEO GAME WORLD, AN ACOLYTE, A HOLY NINJA OF LIGHT, AND A SPECTRAL NINJA, WHO IS CAPABLE OF TRANSMITTING TO A REFRACTION OF HIMSELF AT ANYWHERE THROUGHOUT THE HEART CENTER. THERE WAS ALSO ONE CRAZY LIL' FRED VENTRESCA, AS WELL AS HIS FIVE FRIENDS WHO PROTECT HIM WITH VARIOUS WEAPONS AND IMPLEMENTS, KNOWN ONLY AS THE TOBACCONISTS))

Fred: Whoa.

Spectral Ninja: ((holds sign up)) ((Hi!))

FKVEYES: So listen ((says softly))((looking around)) there's another one of you that's around that's---

((A SCREAMING VOICE IS HEARD IN THE BACKGROUND, AS THE VOCALS BEGIN TO DRAW NEAR))((FURIOUS AND UNWAVERING IS THE ANGER, THE PASSION, THE ZEAL FOR ABSOLUTE INCARNATED PISSED OFFISHNESS, AS THERE IS WITHIN THIS CHARACTER.))((THE SCREAMING DRAWS UP THE OVERPASS, AND ALL THAT IS SEEN, IS A MAD PSYCHOKINETIC WIZARD WITH THE CAPACITY FOR TELEKINETIC POWERS AND REASONING.))((HE IS IN A LONGER ROBE THAT ALSO HAS LONGER SLEEVES THAN NECESSARY, AND LONG HAIR THAT FLIES OFF AT RANDOM AND SPINS, AND A BEARD THAT GENERATES STATIC ANGER)) ((HE IS PSYFRED, RULER OF THE PSYCHOPATHIC WORLD OF FERN))((UNABASHEDLY UNSANE, UNBRIDLED, YET SPUNKY AND CHIPPER.))((IN ESSENCE, THE BEST OF ALL CARTOONS, PLUS THE BEST OF ALL MANIA: PSYFRED))

PSYFRED: ((FREAKING OWT)) WHO THE SHITBURGERS CALLED MUH FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE?!? ((EMPHASIS))((CLAWS AT FACE WHILE GROWLING ((EERRRRRRRRRNNNGGG)) )) ((A CUP ON A STRING IS RIGHT BEHIND HIM, FOLLOWING))((PSYFRED OBSERVES, BACK AND FORTH THE MOTION, AND LEAPS ON THE CUP, GNAWING ON THE CUP AND CORD, AS THE CRINKLE THROUGH THE RESONANCE SCREAMS "STOP DUDE!"))

FKVEYES: ((group reaction shot, FKVEYES in the background)) So, we're mostly all here, I'll just switch to another self for clarity purposes. ((FKV'S eyes change immediately, as they both close, a wombat appears in the center of where the group is standing, and separate screens within the inside of the eyelids turn on)) ((Large eyes completely closed))((Darkness all around except for the larger screens, and the neurokinetic energy churns below.))((PsyFred still gnawing on cup and string))

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): Not too long ago, when I, this being we're within was born, strange unexplainable events occurred which left speculation in bloom. ((Shows screen footage of the group's various adventures)) Many of you were developed by one another, and vice versa, based upon decisions or thought alone. Yet you've all reached the same point. A point that was developed, because of a mistake, done knowingly by parties repeatedly to no end. ((Shows footage of people hiding in the pictures of Fred's ancestors, as well as laughing in a room above an apartment, with others looming overhead those laughing.)) In essence, what was done sparked memory, in a way where stress combined with repeated events, to produce a differing result. ((screen shows group)) In short, you coming to me first, instead of there next.

Fred: The restaurant?

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): In effect, yes. ((Shows more footage of other companies messing around with phasic travel, potential to do damage to Fred Ventresca's body.))((Various torture methods, as well as clandestine surveillance)). What they have done, is purged the universes repeatedly, of all, every, and any, and have stolen the knowledge, the wisdom, and have imprisoned all who sought, within the being of this specimen, that they control until his doom, only to do so again. ((shows Fred Ventresca, sleeping in a bed on a screen, with festival coverage and various other people laughing at a red carpet gala at a larger screen of him)). Because of what Fred Ventresca sought, these individuals have exploited time and time again, to harness and control what is known, so that those they control cannot know.

I.S.S.: ((close up))((being carried by Tents)) Called it.

Tents: ((Looks over)) Mrf mf ((No you didn't.))

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): Tents, think once more ((Tents thinks, begins to display waves like the BrainScreen from before)). Exactly correct. What you spoke of before, had happened before, as evident by the drawings made ((shows scary footage)) that you were all aware of ((pans side of group)) All versions and imaginations of Fred, are—

((BLORG BURSTS INTO THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE SHOT AS PANNING TO RIGHT OF THE GROUP))((INFURIATED, AND HOLDING WHILE EATING MANY WRAPS FROM THE RV, HE'S CLEARLY STILL LITIGATOR OF THE CENTURY, AND THE HUNGRIEST MANTIS IN THE ROOM.))((HE MAY HAVE MISSED WHAT OCCURRED, BUT HE IS ABOUT TO FIND OUT.))

BLORG: ((MUFFLED VOICE))((CHEWING BITS OF WRAP))((FLYING BITS EVERYWHERE)) THIS EXPLAINS NOTHING! WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH WHAT'S HAPPENING NOW?! ((WAVING HANDS AND CLAWS, FULL OF WRAPS))((EXCESS WRAPS FLYING EVERYWHERE)) WHO ARE THOSE GUYS?! ((LOOKING AT THE GROUP OF VARIOUS FREDS, WAVING)) WHY IS THAT WOMBAT THERE?! ((WEIRD GLANCE, FOLLOWED BY LIL' CRAZY FRED VENTRESCA WAVING))((BLORG LEANS IN)) HI CRAZY LIL' FRED VENTRESCA! ((WAVES ANGRILY, CRAZY LIL' FRED WAVES BACK VIGOROUSLY)) AND HOW DID HE GET HERE?! ((FREAKING OUT)) CAN I GET SOME INFORMATION HERE?! ((FUMBLING FOR LEDGER PHONE AMIDST FALLING WRAPS GOING EVERYWHERE))((DROPS WRAP))((PICKS UP WRAP AND BEGINS TO WRITE ON WRAP))((NORM GIVING BLORG A WEIRD LOOK)) I STOCKED UP! THERE WAS NO LIMIT GIVEN! DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!! ((NORM BEFUDDLED))

Norm: I'm really not ((sees a gentleman guarding Lil' Crazy Fred Ventresca resembling him, waves))((Gentleman waves back)).

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): Blorg, nice to see you again.

BLORG: ((SCREAMING))((MISSING THE POINT STILL)) I HAD LOW BLOOD SUGAR! ((THROWS WRAP EVERYWHERE)) I'VE BEEN—

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): ((front close up))((screens behind)) Blorg, don't you remember? Who I am?

Blorg: ((close shot))((food dropping out of mouth)) You're, a—((stammers))((mouth agape))

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): ((previous shot)) The best—

Blorg: Wombat ((mode clicks in))((MEMORY OVERLOAD))((still dripping wrap from jaw))

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): At the—((footage clicks on in background on screens, various I.S.S. performances))

Blorg: Cat—((MEMORY OVERLOAD))((STAMMERING))((Catman leans into the shot in the background, confused))

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): Show—((Suddenly, his words reverberate as Blorg is overcome with emotions and memories.))((In short, Blorg is having a brain attack mid-wrap, remembering all the details of his previous visit.))((Knowing I.S.S. and seeing himself playing a tambourine))((Blorg shaking the real Fred Ventresca on his parent's porch))((Hungry Hungry Hippoes in a room with four chairs and a bed and television nearby, with a Spectral Ninja in a recliner, a version of Fred Ventresca wearing a strait jacket, and an Independent Observer version of Fred Ventresca, wearing a uniform similar to that of the Independent Observer in the "Dirty Dozen"))((Blorg is being transmitted intense levels of information compressed))((He is being hypnotized, but not controlled))((A subharmonic signal showing Fred Ventresca meeting Blorg))((Rainbow Transmissions around the Earth and planets))((Dancing Freds and Cats in a circle around and around))((Fred and a cat named Darwin in the Center of an hourglass funnel circling))((Ending with the echo of show, culminated with footage of the Fast Turtle, approaching the Tree of Knowledge in Eden. Slowly but surely about to reach, with each fruit appearing at random, some tossed, others fallen without being touched))((Intercut with Blorg being hypnotized with vision, as well as bits of wrap falling out, and the echo of the word show stopping)).

Blorg: ((close up))((snaps to)) Oh my GAH NO! I'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE!!!

((group freaking out, except I.S.S.))

I.S.S.: Whoa, is that Blorg? Man been ages! I just figured you were a fern or something. Were you here all this time? ((shot of Blorg losing his mind, wraps in claws and hands still, exasperated))

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): I knew you'd remember. You've represented Fred before in litigation, just in a different fashion. ((shows footage)). All Freds were connected to a moment in the past, specifically an individual who for all intensive purposes, manipulated things while manipulating one version of Fred Ventresca long ago, and in effect, wound up affecting a chain of Fred Ventresca's lifetimes.

Fred: But how?

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): Through that ((shows screen behind, of I.S.S. ((The International Space Station))((Quantum Wave being generated each rotation at the same exact placement on the planet Earth))((Zoom in to Fred's former apartment))((Various waves through water pipes, walls, electronics, and essentially all around, while being hit with a wave of Quantum Energy)). A space station created for the purposes of observation and understanding, employing a quantum computer, which was installed aboard and capable of gauging and measuring potentials. But what happened, was actually proof of what had happened before ((show effect of waves on ionosphere, and between the ozone layer))((webs of spiders between the clouds, essentially forming a various number of portals to a various point in the past; Fred's apartment))((Essentially, each portal, phasic or not, affected nature in such of way of every, any, and all potentials, possibilities, probabilities, practicalities, and plausibilities.))((Long series of tubes, including a natural conduit, one which was disturbed by other universes so continuously, that it had become almost a natural tie)). What happened, was the malevolent one in question, summon by merely turning on an instability, exploited such, to do this again, and again, for ((close up)) revenge.

Blorg: ((calmer)) Seriously, why?

Klingon #2: I've heard of revenge, but this is extreme. ((looks forelorned))

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): ((vocals)) Fred was not the only one ((show group with with screens)). Essentially, anyone who came into contact with him, developed a sickness, where their dreams, insights, visions, ideas, as well as energy thereof, was marked by another, for the purposes of exploitation and manipulation. ((Show Quantum Wave over ionosphere)) This device, while well intentioned, managed to create an instability, that was exploited for science, government control, as well as entertainment. ((Shows other footage)) But even those who thought could control, could never imagine what came to be because of such ((shows portals because of I.S.S.'s quantum rays from the communication device, bringing in other potential existences, including many malevolent entities)). Many came here to exploit, including those who created the exploitation of man and woman alike. ((shows humans and other beings that are being manipulated to appear human, being harnessed, siphoned as they walk around and sleep.))

Gorn: Egregious needs a new definition.

Norm: My dreams. ((stares at screen, sad))

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): This is why this affects the metaphysical as well as any level of existence thereof. Just the method of such, brings new light to what evil truly is, and how standards must have been lost to attain such villainy.

Fred: They are thieves! ((freaking out))

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): Just like Truth and Proof ((they appear on screen, laughing at various footage)) They too know why this always happens, and why they always appear, phasic or otherwise, merely because of the potential existing over and over again.

Fred: Those guys?

Blorg: We should have just come here instead! ((frazzled))

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): They always appear, as the result of the connection, to the event they aided in creating. ((shows the computer wave)) What happens, when you build a quantum computer? The potential to turn the computer on. But what happens when you always build the quantum computer, at the same time, in the same lifetime, and always turn on the computer at a predictable time from a future event? ((shows deviation in path for potential lifetimes, literally creating a loop on the screen)). A predictable future, always linear because of influence, that even matter would be able to remember at almost every level of a metaphysical existence. Merely, by exploiting these potentials entirely. ((shows matter talking to nature, waves, various vibrations and gyrations))((Voices in Fred's ear and nose))((psychic vampire, phasic in appearance and out of phase, sucking from the left))((Fred's footsteps talking, as well as water and wind laughing at times))

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): This has always happened ((showing screen of festival footage))((showing Pong for Eternity)) Pong for Eternity is a fine example. ((Shows screen)) This Fred Ventresca, one of many they watch, created the idea to drive away voices in his head. Incidentally, this created a problem that was exacerbated in the past. ((showing time funneling back through a toilet, across the ocean in soectral energy, and into Germany))((Whisking around, then closing in on a target back in time))((Shown on the screen))

Gorn: Hitler's asshole?

I.S.S.: I will never play that venue again!

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): Beyond simply Hitler ((shows more footage of consciousness of festival goers and restauranters)) Essentially, allowing them passage to any point in history to view and influence. All through the manipulation of individuals throughout time and space to journey, and watch through the eyes of. All because of a joke.

Norm: What?

Fred: What do you mean a joke?

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): Essentially, as Tents put such earlier, ((showing their previous conversation with Tents)) They truly did try to extinguish the Gods, Goddesses, and forces of magic thereof. And contain them, to control them, by declaring that such powers did not exist.

Blorg: That makes no sense whatsoever! ((blithering))((furious))

Fred: So what happened? Why am I being affected?

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): Fred, you are God of the Stars, and of Mineral. ((looks at Norm)) Norman, you are God of Time and Space. You have been trapped here as part of mineral memory, to where you cannot remember in that form ((shows exterior shot of Fred)) until the realization has dawned on you, in each life you have led.

Norm: But why us?

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): Your lineages, our combined lineages thereof through the composed matter to begin with that formed your very being ((shows pan shot)) even simply within a realm of another being, or part of an imagination.

Fred and Norm: ((exchange glances)) Awesome.

I.S.S.: So I'm like, in his mind as a sentient consciousness.

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): Yes.

I.S.S.: ((reaction shot))((silent))

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): And, we're all guests within our own universe here, this being ((show Fred Ventresca on screen)), save for the restaurant and the affiliates. Those who created the torture, the instability ((additional space shot of International Space Station with quantum computer streaming out rays, showing the spectral images of points where monuments once stood, different devices and buildings, spectral bridges and paths, including one across the Atlantic))((show a pan back of the upper atmosphere, showing an ethereal bridge that seems to go into a figure eight)) Instability, had created a holding pattern, all because a malevolent one, occupied this being's body. ((show Fred Ventresca, driving around)) This man, Fred Ventresca, and yourself in that lifetime Norman Stanton ((show Norm and Fred, staring at screens)) The fact that persons who had done this, all through manipulating all manner of conscious, subconscious, and unconscious space, proved that we are in fact in a repetitive pattern, a holding pattern, all because of eight lifetimes. ((close up)) Eight lifetimes all the same, repeating.

Fred: ((close up)) Eight—

Norm: ((close up)) Life—

Blorg: ((extreme close up)) Tiiiiiiiiimmmmmmeeeesss?!?!??! ((emphasis))((Blorg spazzing out))

Tents: ((cut to)) Mrf muf murp ((Yeah that's the joke. Somebody broke the eight by doing this eight times, and they forgot. They only even needed to do it one time., so they'd forget ((close up)) 'Cept me, cause I get it. You know eight? Eternity sideways?))

PsyFred: ((SCREAMS AT THE SIDE OF TENT'S HEAD))AHHHHHHHH((TENTS REACTS))((CUT TO PSYFRED RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES AROUND THE GROUP))I WAS A FUCKING GOD! ((CLOSE UP, BLEARY-EYED AND MANIC)) A FUCKING GOOOOOODDDD!! ((CLAWING AT HAIR, BEARD, AND FACE, CHARGING UP ENERGY)) WHAT THE SHIT IS GOING ON?!?! ((RUNS IN CURLY CIRCLE ON THE GROUND WHILE FLAILING ARMS))((JUMPS UP AND SCREAMS AT NORMAN))AHHHHHH FISHSHIT! ((RUNS IN ANOTHER CIRCLE, SLAPS FRED IN THE FACE))((GRABS CRUMPLED CUP AND STRING AND BEGINS TO BITE STRING WHILE LYING ON THE GROUND)) FISHSHIT! ((CLOSE UP)) FIIIIIISHH ((EXPAND BREATH)) SHIIIIIIIIT! ((LIES ON GROUND IN GLAMOUR AND GLEE SHOT, MANIC HAPPY)) FISHY FISHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ((LOOKS HAPPY, THEN ERUPTS UPWARDS ANGRILY CLASPING THE CUP AND STRING)) SHIT! ((CRINKLED GAZE))((EYES TWITCHING))((PANTING))

((group reaction shot, all seen except PsyFred panting))((Over the shoulder shot, PsyFred))

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): So, that aside, I think the joke has gone too far.

Klingon #2: ((close shot, him and Gorn)) So, we'll never be pirates again? ((Gorn's expression sad and taken aback, blinks))

Tents: ((close up)) Mrf Mup Murt ((I was a King once))((sad expression))

Blorg: I've heard anough! ((spazzing out Phone Ledger from back)) I'm callin' Jesus! ((flips pages, presses page, holds up ledger to head)) I'm getting reception, but no answer! ((flips to another page)) I'll just call the Law!

((close up of ledger page that simply says Universal Law with Zeus and Hades in parentheses))((claws page))((Suddenly flames emerge from the page and Hades, Lord of the Underworld, pops out in a plume of brimstone and ash))((Flaming Giant Ball of Fire he is, He immediately dissipates in their presence to a human esque form, bipedal.))((He hacks, he coughs, he wheezes out smoke, and in a thick Hoboken accent says))

Hades: Alright what's goin' on 'ere? Who needs judgin'? ((turns around to look, sees Blorg)) Blorg! Baby!

Blorg: ((satisfied))((arms crossed)) Hades. ((nods)) Where's Zeus? ((hand moves while asking, inquisitively))

Hades: ((waving hand)) Ehh He's inda showah, call back lateh.

Blorg: ((facepalms)) Ugh.

Hades: Oh well I'm goodenuff right? So wat's all dis den?

((Clock ticking))(("5 MINUTES LATER" written in text))

((Shot of Funky Overpass with all the group standing around, completely on fire))((Hades erupted in a spit of rage unseen before by most beings at all))((Norm's RV, the Wrap Master, is completely ablaze, but Hades quenches the fire immediately by sucking the fire back into himself upon noticing))

Hades: Sorry bout dat. ((To Norm)) ((proceeds to raise Norm's RV, the Wrap Master back from the dead))

Norm: Thanks, needed a jump actually.

Hades: ((Begins billowing again)) DIS IS EVIL WIT OWT STANDUDS! MORH EVIL DEN ME? I'M OWTRAGED 'ERE! OWTRAGED!

PsyFred: ((SCREAMS IN HADES'S FACE)) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Hades: ((close up))((screaming back)) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! ((fire brimming))

PsyFred: ((CLOSE UP))((SCREAMING BACK))((EYES CLENCHED)) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! ((ELECTRICITY BRIMMING ALL AROUND))

Blorg: So where could they be transmitting from? If this didn't happen at the festival, or that posh restaurant they showed on the footage, then where?

FKV((WOMBATMODE)): The same place they've always transmitted from, here in the heart center ((shows diagram of heart center on screen))((A large sphere with a circular hatch area, now closed))((The walls of the heart complex are painted white on the outside with black plus signs, while the inside is black, with white plus signs.))((There are platforms all around with various doors and entrances surrounding, each spiraling upward through four chambers.)) Spectral workers and security should be there, but aren't and haven't been. ((Shows the hatch door open)) We keep that open for a reason people!

Spectral Ninja: ((Completely wrapped in a specific gauze to pass between spectral realities))((speaks in written signs)) ((Sign: Wasn't me, I'm still here!)) ((looks at wrist, pushes dust button))((close up of wrist))((sign out of Spectral Ninja's fingertip))((Sign: Was it you?))((sign comes back out))((Sign: Wasn't me. Bad stuff here.))((surprised reaction shot))((pan back))((holds up sign)) ((Sign: Trouble))

((There is a mad dash to the RV, leaving behind the Wombat version of Fred, who waves to them as the RV, risen from the grave, flies into the spatial night and avoiding all the tolls necessary))((Norm driving, the others now crammed into the back, tearing off through the metaphysical universes crossing, to reach the heart center, which is actually within a larger chamber, complete with parking on the outside))

Fred: Looks like there's parking!

Blorg: Parking lot?! ((flustered))

((The RV touches down sideways in an unoccupied space))((There are no other vehicles present, and the group begins to pile out))((There are many platforms leading to the inner area surrounding the heart chamber, which is entangled in many platforms, all in spectral light))((There are levels to reach each, suspended by platforms leading around that are not part of spectral energy which reaches into the heart center))((similar to the platforms and ramps in The Phantom Tollbooth animation))((As the group draws closer, they see no workers, or KommBot security present))

Fred: If I was a KommBot, where would I be? ((pan back shot, showing all the platforms leading around from back of group view, overhead shot))

Norm: This looks familiar. ((squints eyes))((Yes, even metaphysical Norm of Wrap Master LLC knows about Star Wars)).

Fred: Yeah, it's where I keep my keys.

Gorn: Don't you mean your brain?

Fred: ((pshaw hand effect)) Nah that's a different one.

((The group begins to come into view of the Heart Center, the spherical chamber mentioned and illustrated before)).

Blorg: That's the door? ((points))

Catman: How do we even get in? ((shows hatch closed)) It's all closed up and junk.

Fred: You're a Catman, don't you remember?

Catman: ((drawing a blank))

Fred: Remember? Survival?

Catman: ((taken aback))((surprised)) Well, it was always Friend, right?

((Hatch snarls open, grinding))((holographic cat and mouse waving on the inside, then disappearing))

Hades: What deh?

Fred: You know, heart center, friend? ((close up))((quotes with fingers)) In Fred, get it? ((looks around)) Nobody here's a mason? Even I knew that.

Tents: ((sighs))(rolls eyes)) Mrf mup mer ((With eternity inbetween, I remember ok? Can we just go inside before the---))

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COMMERCIAL BREAK!!!!

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((FAST PACED ANNOUNCER))((WITH TEXT))

ANNOUNCER: TIRED OF RELIGION? ((SHOW VARIOUS SYMBOLS)) TIRED OF GODS RUINING YOUR LIFE, OR THOSE MEAN OL' FORCES OF MAGIC RUINING YOUR OTHERWISE ENJOYABLE LIFE? ((SHOWING PEOPLE SAD, AND SCREAMING AT THE SKY))

ANNOUNCER: WHY NOT JUST PUT THEM EXACTLY WHERE THEM BELONGS?

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ANNOUNCER: OF COURSE, IF THE GODS AND GODDESSES, AND MAGIC DON'T WANT TO PLAY, OR BE PART OF THE CIRCUIT ((PRISON DOOR EFFECT ON LARGER ROOM WITH CHAMBERS SEPARATED)) WELL WE HAVE A PLACE FOR THEM TOO. AND EMPLOYMENT OPPORTUNITIES TO KEEP THEM IN LINE! ((PANS BACK TO ARMED GUARDS, GUARDING THE CHAMBER))

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((CUT BACK TO INSIDE OF HEART CHAMBER, CLOSE UP OF TENTS))

Tents: ((-plot thickens)) ((looks around, the crew is all inside))((pan out)) ((Oh.))

VOICE: ((FAR OFF))((EERIE AS HELL BACKWARDS ON A LED ZEPPELIN RECORD))

Gorn: What's that? ((looking all around))

Norm: ((indifferent, slightly)) A voice ((group looks around, shows reaction shots to various humming noises going around in the distance))((Five gentlemen surround Crazy Lil' Fred Ventresca in a perimeter, the others looking around nervously))

Fred: Where are all the KommBots?! ((expecting to see rows upon rows of security bots in place))((hallway pan shot)) I thought this place was fortified! I'm gonna look into this ((flustered, walking down hallway, with the group following.))((The heart chamber is set up in a spherical sense, with the walls of the inside opening to a hallway, and a series of hallways after that. Each hallway has a number of doors on each side, and the walls are not painted like the office above, more like a home setting.))((Fred angrily trods to a door nearby to the group, and pushes open what appears to be a bedroom))((Same bedroom shown in the footage that Blorg had seen, of the Spectral Ninja, The Independent Observer, and Crazy Fred, playing Hungry Hungry Hippoes))((Shown is a closet with two sliding doors, a bureau with a television on top, a recliner facing ((light tan)), a table adjacent, with a smaller bed in the rear corner with a ceiling fan.))((A large cabinet is located off to the side of the television, located to the left of the opening door shot))((The hungry hungry hippoes game, is vacant and undisturbed))

Norm: Nice. ((looking around hallways))

Fred: I keep it neat. But where is everyone? ((pan of empty room)) Where's everyone playing Hippoes?

Spectral Ninja: ((close up)) ((Sign: What gives?))((Another sign: Where's me?))((drops signs and touches wrist again))((zapped by negative energy))((multicolored electric static))((Gets FREAKED OUT, STATIC CLOSE UP OF FACE))

Klingon #2: What the? ((rest of group in shot reeling back))

Fred: What happened?

Spectral Ninja: ((freaked out, spazzing))((Sign: I'm around here))((Other hand sign, slowly rising: Somewhere...))((still electricity flowing around, static))

Tents: ((close shot)) Mrf mph ((Neurokinetics, for certain))

PSYFRED: ((BURSTS FROM THE BACK OF THE GROUP, PUSHING PEOPLE OVER)) MY SHIT! ((SPAZZING OUT))((HOOKED ON NEUROELECTRICITY)) COCK((CLOSEUP))-a-mamie-((slow pan out))GARBAGE!((ANGRY SHUDDER SHOT))((GROUP SHOT, PSYFRED AIMING HANDS AT SPECTRAL NINJA, STILL SPAZZING FROM ELECTRICITY)) GIMMIE DAT! ((CLOSE UP OF NEGATIVE WAVES BEING ABSORBED INTO PSYFRED FROM A DISTANCE, AS THE GROUP WATCHES))((ALL THE NEGATIVE NEUROELECTRICITY WAS TAKEN AWAY FROM THE SPECTRAL NINJA, AND INFUSED TO CHARGE PSYFRED, INTO AN EVEN ANGRIER STATE))

PSYFRED: ((CLOSE UP)) WOOOOOOOOOOOOO SHIT-YEAH! ((CHARGED, AMPED UP))((GLOWING))

Fred: Which way are they? ((helping Spectral Ninja after being jolted with negativity))

Spectral Ninja: ((woozy in appearance))((Sign: Woozy.))((Second sign: This way ((with arrow)) )).

((Spectral Ninja leads the group down the hallway, clutching at each wall as he goes))((The others follow until they reach a door, facing but close to the end of a hallway, leading to a corner that goes left and out of sight))((The door is labeled "Pool Hall"))((Door opening shot from the inside, to reveal shuddering and shivering wolves, and KommBots hiding behind a pool table.))((There is also a man in a strait jacket, huddled in a corner, pulling back the sleeves to gnaw on his fingernails, through the fabric. This, is Crazy Fred Ventresca, one committed long ago, and long forgotten for a completely different reason.))((There is a bird hiding under the pool table as well, and another version of the Spectral Ninja, able to divide his light into multiple places at once to refract into a spectrum in a surrounding region, capable of being in more than one location at a given moment within the Fredverses))((The Spectral Ninja in the room, woozier than his counterpart who had opened the door, leaps into himself, to regain his composure))

Spectral Ninja: ((Sign: Spirits haunting)) ((Other sign: Evil Pixies wanting to apologize)) ((Looks at sign back, surprised))((Turned around sign: Burrito?))

VOICE ((LOOMS CLOSER IN THE DISTANCE)): WE MANIPULATED YOU! ((DISTINCT, BUT STILL FAR OFF))

((GROUP INSIDE SHUDDERING AND SHIVERING WITH THE VOICE TRAILING EERIELY IN THE DISTANCE OUTSIDE THE ROOM))((ZOOM IN ON CRAZY FRED))

CRAZY FRED: ((WRITHING IN STRAIT JACKET)) NOOO! FUCK! ((SPASTIC))((calms)) I let em GO! ((angry, gritting teeth))

Fred: ((points, knowing thyself)) You're crazy!

CRAZY FRED: EIGHT TIMES!!?! ((MANIC YET UNCONTROLLABLE))((SEIZES AND FALLS OVER, SITTING CROSS LEGGED))((STILL ALIVE, JUST needs to calm down.))

Hades: ((close up)) Dat's et. I'm callin' Zeus ((phone made of fire, doesn't burn his face))((hacking and wheezing for dialtone))((Dialing tone is GRR GRR, GRR GRR)) Dat guy nevah picks up mah calls. ((putting fire back into palm WHEN SUDDENLY, FROM BEHIND EMERGES!))

EVIL PIXIE: WE MANIPULATED YOU!

((EVERYONE IS TERRIFIED NOW))((THERE IS A SMALL BLACK-HAIRED PIXIE FLOATING IN THE ROOM, WITH A VERY SAD EXPRESSION, EYES CLOSED, WITH ONE FINGER RAISED INQUISITIVELY, FLOATING AROUND INSIDE THE ROOM))

LawWolf: ((yelps)) Stay away! 500 feet! ((shaking))

LawyerBird: ((Emerges from under pool table, still hiding)) ((chirping musically with each syllable)) We have a restraining order! ((from behind leg of pool table))

((PSYFRED SPRINGS INTO ACTION! WHEN NEGATIVITY NEEDS TO BE DIVERTED, AND ABOUNDS, THERE'S ONLY ONE MAN FOR THE JOB. THIS NEEDS A RANDY QUAID, NOT A KEEANU REEVES!))

PSYFRED: EVERYBODY SHUT UP! BLAM! ((THE INSTANT THE BLAM HIT, ALL THE NEGATIVE FEAR, RAGE, SPITE, AND TERROR, AND RESIDUAL EFFECTS ABOUT THE EVENTS THEREOF, WOUND UP GOING STRAIGHT INTO A MANIAC PSYCHOPATH WHO SPENDS HIS TIME SLEEPING IN A FERN. IN SHORT, PSYFRED.)) ALL BECAUSE ((CURLY CIRCLE))((LEAPS UP, FREEZES SCREENING ACROSS SHOT)) SOMEBODY((says slowly)) LEFT THE FUCKIN' DOOR OPEN!?((INTENSE CLOSE UP OF GLARE BEFORE HAND, FOLLOWED BY MANIC ELECTRICITY)) WHERE'S THAT BURRITO GUY?!?!? ((HANDS ABOVE HEAD, SCREAMING, RUNNING OUT OF THE ROOM AND BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS, BECOMING DIFFERENT OBJECTS AS HE LEAPS FROM SIDE TO SIDE. A CUE BALL, A ROCKINGHORSE, AND SO ON.))((THE SCREAMING FADES OFF INTO THE DISTANCE, AS PSYFRED CONTINUES DOWN ANOTHER HALLWAY OUT OF SIGHT.))((NEEDLESS TO SAY, HIS ABILITIES TO TAKE NEGATIVITY AND DISCOMFORT, SEEMED TO BE WORKING PERFECTLY, AS THE GROUP FELT MUCH BETTER ABOUT HIM BEING SOMEWHERE ELSE ON ANOTHER MISSION ENTIRELY.))

EVIL PIXIE: WE MANIPULATED U!

CRAZY FRED: ((SITTING BACK UP)) EIGHT TIMES!! ((SMILING CACKLING))

((Group still freaked out, Law team springs into action))

LawyerBird: ((melodic, each syllable a note)) LawWolf, call Universal Law!

LawWolf: Look! ((Looks up with LegalWolf and the rest of the pack)) it's Hades!

LawyerBird ((melodic, each syllable a note))((cell phone in wing))((wings to face)) Thank God!

Hades: ((close shot))((Hacking cough))((Smoke)) Been a while, where's ya agency?

LawWolf: We're here to represent the sun! ((pointing upwards with paw))((pack nodding))

LawyerBird: ((melodic, each syllable a note)) I'm from nature!

Hades: Well I'm 'ere now. ((close up))((glancing around)) Why didn't the law of the sun or nature work?

LawyerBird: ((melodic, each syllable a note))((crying into cellphone and wings)) They had money! ((LawWolf and pack put paws over their faces in shame.))

Hades: ((close up)) Figuh's ((spits fire off to the side))

Blorg: ((close up)) Gods in chains, evil universes making horrible reality shows! What can the Law do about this at this point?! ((emphasis on this point)) ((sighs)) I should have been a painter.

Fred: ((leans in shot)) Don't worry, ((pan out to group)) Alright, we're gonna have to—

EVIL PIXIE: ((in Fred's face close up again))((wind effect from scream)) WE MANIPULATED—

Fred: I know! ((shouting back))((pixie's face remains unchanged))

Diggit: Relax! ((heals everyone in classic World of Warcraft fashion))((multiple green numbers show up, corresponding to all in the party))

Fred: ((looking back at Pixie now)) What do you know? ((squinting eyes slightly))

EVIL PIXIE: THEY HELD PEOPLE IN CELLS! DREAMS! ((CLOSE UP, UPSET)) MEMORIES! THEY STOLE! THEY MISUSED NATURE! ((LAWYERBIRD SHOT, UPSET)), THEY MISUSED THE PLANETS((EVIL PIXIE FREAKING OWT COMPLETELY)), THEY MISUSED MAGIC! THEY TOOK THE KEEPERS OF DREAMS AWAY! ((CLOSE UP))THEY IMPRISONED THEM!

Fred: Where?! ((angry))

Norm: ((glaring)) ((punches a wrap with a knuckle))((wrap explodes))

Klingon #2 and Gorn: ((Klingon #2 with his Battlathe bass, and Gorn with his Gibson guitar upside down))((Both look pissed)).

EVIL PIXIE: FOLLOW ME! THE PIXIE! ((BODY SPINS IN CIRCLE, WITH HEAD SPINNING THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION, AND EYES GOING OPPOSITE DIRECTION))

((THE GROUP RUNS DOWN THE HALLWAY AFTER THE EVIL PIXIE, WITH KOMMBOTS, THE SPECTRAL NINJA, AND ALL OTHERS WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE LAWYERS, LIL' CRAZY FRED VENTRESCA AND HIS FIVE FRIENDS. TENTS LAGS BEHIND, WITH I.S.S. IN HIS TENTACLE GRIP))

Tents: Mrf mf ((Look, I'm not gonna get involved with fighting.)) ((closer up, looking around, coughs)) ((And I have to watch our friend here)) ((looking at I.S.S.))

I.S.S.: ((close up)) Yeah, I'm a liability.

Fred: ((others running down the hallway, shadows going around the corner from lighting effects)) Blorg! You stay here!

Blorg: ((close up)) Thank Gah!

Hades: I know right?

Fred: Catman, you to---((trails off to see Catman, already curled up in the corner)) Yeah. ((standing shot in the doorway, awkward, runs to catch up with people down the hallway))

((LEGAL TEAM IN ACTION IN THE POOL HALL!))

Hades: Why did you hide in the Pool Hall anyway?

LawyerBird: ((melodic, each syllable a note)) We thought she couldn't swim!

Hades: Alright, just relax ((unfolds flaming papers from steaming case from behind back)). Where's Mithra? She'd wanna be here fer dis.

LawWolf: That's who we're here to spring! ((throws papers everywhere, sobbing))

Hades: Da moon? ((raises eybrow at LawyerBird))

LawyerBird: ((melodic, each syllable a note)) They locked up Nightengale, I'm here to pick her up ((sobs))((pecks at cell phone)) She's not picking up ((wings on face)).

Hades: ((pan back)) Alright Zeus, one more time den I'm gunn—((BEFORE HADES CAN DIAL, THE ROOM FILLS WITH BRILLIANT ELECTRIC LIGHT))

((CUT TO: PSYFRED JUMPING OFF THE WALLS AND OFF THE HALLWAYS, TURNING INTO VARIOUS OBJECTS IN ANGRY NEUROKINETIC ELECTRICITY))

PSYFRED: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

((SLIDE CUT TO EVIL PIXIE LEADING THE GROUP TO A HEART CHAMBER, DOWN MANY HALLWAYS AND THROUGH A COUPLE OF DOORS.))((A FEW HALLWAYS AND DOORS LATER, THE GROUP EMERGES BEFORE A LOOMING STRUCTURE, WHICH IS GUARDED BY TWO ARMED BEINGS IN UNIFORMS, WITH EVERYONE ELSE WHO FOLLOWED LAGGING BEHIND))

EVIL PIXIE: ((THOUGH CLEARLY NOT AS EVIL AS SOME NOW)) THE RESTAURANT! THE RESTAURANT KNOWS! EVERY SEASON THEY COME AND THEY GO! ((SPINNING AROUND))((EVERYONE CATCHING UP, PUSHES INTO EACH OTHER AS THEY STOP))

EVIL PIXIE: THE RESTAURANT! TAU! RANT! THEY BEND TIME AND THEY RANT! ((FREAKING OUT!)) THEY COME AND THEY GO, AROUND THE BODY AND THE BRAIN IT SHOWS!

Spectral Ninja: ((in shot with Evil Pixie))((Sign: I get it ok?))((scowls))

Fred:((Looking around the corner)) Who are those guards?

Klingon #2 & Gorn: Prey ((each looming menacingly))

Norm: ((cut to)) They get paid for this?

EVIL PIXIE: ((IN NORM'S FACE)) WHERE MONEY NO LONGER MAKES SENSE! ((EYES HYPNOTIC))((ALL IN THE GROUP PAUSE, WONDERING WHERE THAT EXACTLY IS)).

Fred: ((cut to)) Ok, do we charge 'em, or—

((CUT TO VOICE FROM WITHIN DOOR))

Guard((from within door)) Hey Larry! Joe! ((both guards turn to react to voice)) Get in 'ere! ((Guards run inside)) You gotta see this! ((cut back to group shot))

Fred: ((group shot)) Well that was easier. This thing only shoots petunias anyway ((looks at right hand, gun clicks))

Spectral Ninja: ((Sign: You too?)) ((looks at other hand))

((THE GROUP SNEAKS PAST AN ENTRY SURVEILLANCE ROOM, WHERE THREE GUARDS ARE WATCHING A SERIES OF TELEVISION SCREENS, ALL WITH VARIOUS FOOTAGE OF PEOPLE BEING MANIPULATED, AND CROWDS LAUGHING IN A THEATRE AND BANQUET HALL ((THOUGH NOT UP CLOSE YET)), AS WELL AS A CUT TO A SCREEN AT THE FESTIVAL))

Norm: ((sees another one of his selves on a screen they're watching.)) What the?!—((whispers))((gets irate face))

Fred: Keep going ((whispers!))

((CUT TO CROWD SCENE, INVOLVING THE TELEVISION SCREEN THAT THE GUARDS CLEARLY AREN'T WATCHING IN THE SECURITY ROOM.))((NEWSCASTER ON THE SCREEN, LION LADY NEWSCASTER FOR ENN, EARF NEWS NETWORK))((DERF NEWS COVERING IN THE BACKGROUND OF THEIR BROADCAST))

Lion Lady Newscaster: ((ENN NEWS CASTER))((MUFFLED VOICE APPROACHING PAN IN VIEW TO THE MONITOR)) We're at the festival floor, for the restaurant showing, but the crowds are getting restless ((shows people at the staging area, a couple of people being interviewed))

Ethereal ((amidst crowd)): Man they said Tents was gonna play, and that was like 4 hypers ago ((looks at watch))

((CUT TO RANDOM GIRL))

RandomGirl ((amidst crowd)): They keep playing the Spectral Nine, and the same song. I mean I love the Spectral Nine but it's like they're playing it on a loop or something ((twirls hair, and clicks tongue)) I 'unno. ((looks off camera))

Lion Lady Newscaster ((voiceover)): ((panning across to footage))((rioting on shakedown)) While on the other side, nearer to the parking areas where many camp, there appear to be fires on one end, with a lot of panicking people.

((CUT TO: CAMERA IN THE THICK OF RIOTING, PEOPLE PUSHING, BREAKING VENDOR SPOTS, SCREAMING ((ONE PERSON SCREAMS: BREAK SHIT!)), ((OTHERS CHANTING: TENTS! TENTS! TENTS! TENTS!))((CHAOS))

Spectator: ((Spectral Spectator wearing Starfleet Outfit ((TNG)) )) Somebody just started screaming about how they saw Tents leave! We don't even know what happened! ((Chaos in the background))

Larvae: ((IRATE))((CLICKING SOUNDS)) I SAW I.S.S. LEAVE MAN! THEY BROKE OUT! WHERE DID THEY GO!?

Catfan((wearing Gorn headband)): It's supposed to be about the music man! The music! ((sobbing))((chaos and fire and people fighting in the background))

CUTS TO: LEGAL TEAM!

((GIANT FEET, THE FEET OF ZEUS, CEO AND CHAIRMAN OF UNIVERSAL LAW APPEARS. THE OLDEST KNOWN LEGAL ORGANIZATION TO HUMAN KIND, BUT ALSO WELL REGARDS IN THE SPHERES OF EVERY, ANY, AND ALL. ESSENTIALLY, A LAWYER WITH THE MEMORY OF TIME AND SPACE, IN MANY MANNERS, HAS COME TO AID THE LEGAL TEAM'S FIGHT AGAINST MANIPULATION AND PIRACY. HAIL, ZEUS!))

ZEUS: ((WAY UP HIGH))((ONLY FEET SHOWN))((VOICE ECHOES)) Hades, I didn't get to enjoy my massage. What's so urgent? ((flustered booming voice))

Hades: ((pan back)) Relax will ya? ((close up, blowing out flaming hands, produces writ)) We got issues 'ere! Evil wiiddout standerds!

ZEUS: ((MOMENTARILY PERPLEXED)) COMING FROM YOU? ((PAUSES ON FEET)) WOW. ((PAN BACK)) ANYBODY GOT A PEN?

((BLORG SHOT, LOOKING FOR PEN))((CRAZY LIL' FRED VENTRESCA PRODUCES A CRAYON IN THE BACKGROUND))

((CUT TO: PSYFRED, RUNNING ALL OVER THE PLACE, BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS STILL CHANGING FROM A HORSE, TO A PELICAN, TO A BASEBALL, THEN TO A ROLLERSKATE, AFTER EACH BOUNCE, WHILE SCREAMING))

PSYFRED: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

((SHOT CONTINUES AS HE BOUNCES PAST THROUGH THE HALLWAYS, STOPPING BRIEFLY TO GNAW ON A PIECE OF DRYWALL TO THE RIGHT, THEN GLARING AND RUNNING LEFT STILL SCREAMING))

PSYFRED: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! ((ARMS FLAILING, INTO ZOOM OUT SHOT DOWN HALLWAY))

((SLIDE-CUT TO: EVIL PIXIE LEADING THROUGH A DOOR, WHICH LEADS THE GROUP PAST THE SURVEILLANCE ROOM, LONG PAST, TO A PRISON SIDE TO SIDE, WITH A REVEAL FROM A HALLWAY. THERE ARE MANY CELLS, AND EACH IS PROTECTED BY AN ELECTRIC FORCE FIELD. THERE IS A SIGN LABELED "DREAMS" OVER ONE SECTION, WITH EITHER SECTION FACING LABELED AS "GOOD" OR "BAD". THERE ARE SPARSELY PLACED UNIFORMED GUARDS, LIKE THOSE IN THE SURVEILLANCE ROOM. THESE ARE FORCES HIRED BY THE RESTAURANT OWNERS ((COMMERCIAL FROM EARLIER)).

EVIL PIXIE: ((WOBBLING)) WE'RE MANIPULATED! AND MANIPULATING ((FREAKS OUT))((ARMS AND HANDS LIQUID AND FLAILING))((SOBBING))

Fred: This is not my heart-

EVIL PIXIE: ((SCREAMING IN HIS FACE, HAIR BLOWING BACK)) WE MANIPULATED U! THE UNIVERSE!

((SHOT OF GUARDS TAKING NOTICE))((START RUNNING AT THE GROUP)).

Guard: Get those people!

((Gorn and Klingon #2 run in, with Battlathe Bass and Gibson Guitar.))((KommBots rattle around past, chirping in their code))((Spectral Ninja running in, with everyone else charging into the camera, rushing at the outnumbered guards))

((SMASH-CUT TO: POOL HALL))((ZEUS IS SITTING CROSS-LEGGED IN THE CORNER))((JUST HIS LEGS AND TORSO SHOWING WITH GIANT FEET IN THE SMALL ROOM))((LOOKING OVER PAPERWORK WITH A MAGNIFYING GLASS))

ZEUS: YOU COULDN'T HAVE MADE THIS ANY BIGGER? ((TO HADES)) MY EYES ARE MILES ABOVE THIS.

Hades: I dun see a zeerox ((Xerox)) 'roun 'ere do ya? ((Blorg, the legal pack with lawyerbird, and Crazy Lil' Fred Ventresca and his friends, are sitting around. Catman is still asleep in the other corner))

ZEUS: ((SIGHS)) JUST CALM DOWN OK? LET ME TRY TO FIND A CLAUSE HERE ((PULLS OUT GIANT BOOK))((SLAMS CUT TO COVER, UNIVERSAL LAW))

((SMASH-CUT TO: PSYFRED IN THE HALLWAYS STILL))((HE'S SCREAMING, BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS STILL FORMING VARIOUS OBJECTS, FINALLY STOPPING))((HE'S BELLOWING AT A PART IN THE WALL HE DOESN'T LIKE, HITTING WITH FISTS, WHEN HE SPIES A DOOR LABELED 'BREAK ROOM'))((THERE IS TICKING COMING FROM WITHIN))((PSYFRED, SILENT, AND BITING LIP WITH MURDEROUS GLARE AND GLEAM IN HIS EYES, GRINDING HIS TEETH AND LIP BACK AND FORTH LIKE A SAW.))((CUT TO DOOR, AND TICKER GOING 'DING!', AND A WIZARD WEARING A BLUE ROBE EMERGES, HOLDING A BURRITO.))((HE HAS LONGER BLACK HAIR, AND A BLACK GOATEE.))((HE IS ABOUT TO TAKE A BITE AFTER WALKING THROUGH THE BREAK ROOM DOOR, WHEN HE SEES PSYFRED LOOKING RIGHT AT HIM.))

PSYFRED: ((CLOSE UP)) I KNEW IT! ((FLAILING HANDS)) BUTTGOBLIN!!! ((BITES HANDS, MUFFLED INSULT))

BlueWizard: Oh muh- ((burrito flops to the side))

((CUT TO: PRISON ROOM, NOW DECIMATED))((THE CELLS ARE STILL LOCKED DOWN, AND THE GUARDS ARE TIED UP BY THE SPECTRAL NINJA VIA SPECTRAL HYPNOSIS, AND ENCLOSED BY A CIRCLE OF KOMMBOTS))

EVIL PIXIE: THAT WAS AMAZING! ((STILL MALDUIN IN TONE)) HOW DID YOU DO THAT? ((HANDS ON FACE, PULLING FACE DOWN))((FREAKING OWT STILL))

Spectral Ninja: ((Sign: Smashcut!))

((SMASHCUT TO: The group!))((The group is looking all around at the spectral prison cells. Fred, Norm, and the two paladins, Diggit and Fred are looking at each of the labels. Acolyte Fred and Crazy Fred look at the other side of memories, in a nearby quadrant.))((Each cell is full of memories, dreams, and daydreams of every, any, and all.))((The variations are being kept within a force-field, within bubble spectrums.))((Each prism is coupled with a series of grids, where each prisoner was held, named, and tagged.))

Acolyte Fred: This is terrifying.

CRAZY FRED: ((STRAIT JACKET PALMS ONTO FORCE-FIELD)) Crazy even for me!

Fred: Who would do this? ((arms held out, inquisitively))

((SMASH-CUT TO: BLUEWIZARD BEING CHASED BY PSYFRED))((ZOOMING IN DOWN HALLWAY INTO CAMERA SHOT))

PSYFRED: YOU MANIPULATED DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUST!!!! ((SUPER SHAKING CLOSEUP, AT THE START OF 'DUST', DECIBELS RATTLING THE CAMERA))((BACKGROUND MOVING))

((SMASH-CUT TO: NORM))

Norm: But why? ((opposing view, hand to lip))

((SMASH-CUT BACK TO: BLUEWIZARD PURSUIT))

BlueWizard: I just didn't know how to stop! ((running still))((throws burrito behind him))((screaming while running))((background moving, as the chase continues around a corner, PsyFred in pursuit right behind screaming and foaming))

((CUT BACK TO: PRISON ROOM))((Wide Pan view from above))

Klingon #2: Let's just smash this force-field! ((smashes with Battlathe Bass, gets immediately bounced back past Gorn, holding his Gibson still))

Gorn: ((in reaction)) Dude, that has never worked. Remember?

Diggit: ((looking at hands)) My powers, aren't really offensive.

Paladin Fred: You are from the internet though

((Diggit is about to respond with an insult, when))

Fred: ((cuts in)) Wait, this technology looks familiar! I know the person who made this technology, but I know she's never actually use it for this.

Norm: How?

Fred: His dreams! ((pointing to Fred Ventresca on restaurant footage, sitting in recliner while being made fun of)) His daydreams! A verse from here, within! A company that I knew about! ((close up)) PTEKK!

Spectral Ninja: ((Sign: That chair looks familiar)) ((noise from one of the cells)) ((Sign: Wha?))

Voice: Help! I'm over here! ((Lots of murmurs being heard now.))((Various voices from within spectral balls of light being held prisoner))

Fred: Matilda?

Norm: Who?

Fred: A friend who can help!

((The group closes in on one cell, where Matilda Terenstry, Chairman and CEO of PTEKK International, and the conglomerates thereof. An older woman in her early 50's, she's a brute force when it comes to business and international diplomacy on the Earth they are located on, which happens to be part of the Fredverses in general.))((She is the sole representative to many people in the business, and isn't simply a suit; she knows all about the technology produced by PTEKK in general ((KommBots, Dust Screens, various other technologies which had been exploited involving the transitive properties of electrons, and micromanaging craft specifically for the purposes of trans-dimensional travel))((She has a firm understanding of the logic to which the technology works, which is probably why she was imprisoned.))

((Fred sees her shrunken, and locked within a static bubble, along with many other individuals))

Fred: This has been too long ((looking into the chamber))

Matilda: Override the chamber!

Fred: How? ((looking at dust button panel))

Matilda: Don't you know? ((surprised)) You're part of the Fredverses you know.

((Everyone looking at Fred, a little shocked at his ignorance))((Fred flustered))((Matilda rolling her eyes))

Matilda: ((Ughs)) The universal override for those panels is 44492G.

((Fred dots in the code into the dust panel, and out pops about a dozen figures, from various worlds Fredverses and not.))((Two in the chamber are wearing blue jumpsuits, part of another crew long ago taken hostage))((There are many others who are recognizable deities))((Also, Matilda Terenstry's personal KommBot defense squad is there))

((Everyone piling out of chamber, Matilda brushing herself off))

Fred: ((over the shoulder shot, to Matilda)) How did you get in there? ((close up)) How did this even happen?

((CUT TO: POOL HALL))((LAWWOLF AND LEGALWOLF ARE PLAYING POOL WHILE THE REST OF THE PACK WATCHES))((TENTS AND I.S.S. ARE SITTING IN THE BACKGROUND, WATCHING FESTIVAL COVERAGE))((THE FIVE GENTLEMEN ESCORTING CRAZY LIL' FRED VENTRESCA ARE TAKING A SMOKE BREAK, WHILE C.L.F. PLAYS WITH CATMAN'S TAIL WHILE HE SLEEPS SOUNDLY))((BLORG, HADES, LAWYERBIRD AND ZEUS ARE LOOKING AT AN OVERHEAD PROJECTOR OF LEGAL PRECEDENT FOR TRANS-METAPHYSICAL LAW))((ZEUS IS ONLY SHOWN SITTING CROSS-LEGGED, TORSO UP))

ZEUS: ((BODY SHOT, CROSSED LEGGED)) NOW ON PARAGRAPH THREE, YOU'LL NOTICE THAT LEGAL PRECEDENT FOR METAPHYSICAL UNIVERSES HAS NEVER BEEN STIPULATED.

Hades: ((cut to)) Jyeah, I mean, it's not like wee'r lookin' fir new competitahs. Nevah thot' o'it.

ZEUS: ((GRUMBLES)) CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE WORK, DON'T I KNOW IT. ((TURNS PAGE)) BOAT LOANS, DON'T GET ME STARTED.

Blorg: ((still grappling with what they're doing)) All I've ever known is my own universe! I never thought about being in a part of a universe that was even bigger!

Hades: ((cut to)) Makes sense.

Blorg: ((cut to, close up)) I mean, do I come from my universe out there? Or am I from a universe deep within this place? ((stomps floor)) Do they even have a Universal Law universe here? ((closer up)) What happened to my universe if I'm here?

C.L.F.: I think they shattered it ((pointing at television screen while the Catman's tail vigorously swats))

((Television coverage shows a universe called Universal Law on a display, being bent and exploded, for the coverage of the restaurant go-ers.))((The crowds of tuxedo and evening gown wearing patrons, all cheer and clap, laughing))((Crowd reacting))((Announcer from 'Is it a Shart?' ((for television purposes, changed to 'Is it a Fart?' a.k.a. Arnie Colon, who is dressed in a light blue suit, with a red tie, and has longish black hair groomed back ((80's style)), with the classic announcer perspective)), is reviewing the footage for the audience, emceeing the event.))((He clearly is not happy, and looks nervous))((A large buckle seems to be attached to his ankle)).

Blorg: ((quick cut)) ((blinking)) ((footage, laughter continues))

((Cut back to television screen))((Zooms in))((Shows Arnie Colon on the stage with a microphone handcuffed to his wrist))

A.Colon: ((forced enthusiasm)) And now, let's see what sparked that universe to be shattered, as it came from Random Contestant Number Three! ((Guy asking girl on date, gets rejected)) ((Crowd reacts, laughing, clapping)) Ouch! Well, looks like more than one future shattered there, right? ((forced laugh))((close up)) And you know me ((rolls eyes)) as Arnie Colon, a sentient consciousness put into bondage for you, huddled ((face sinking)), muffled ((looking around, eyes darting through clapping and laughter))((show crowds of people laughing, shows that they're all wearing paper white masks, featureless over their faces, guffawing through the paper, their laughter dulled into a lower octave)) clandestine, ((more crowd cuts)) individuals ((face sinks at the end, wipes hand from forehead down))((immediately manically enthusiastic)) But that's no reason to not be enthusiastic right? ((nervous laugh))((crowd cheers)) The show must go on.((gritting teeth))((cuts back to television in Pool Hall)) Now, let's see anoth—

((CUTS TO BLORG, CHEWING ON ANTENNAE OF TELEVISION, THE SCREEN CRACKLES))

C.L.F.: Those masks were creepy. ((5 gentlemen staring intently))((Catman still asleep))((Reaction shot from others: dismay))

ZEUS: ((FOOT, TOE STOMPS)) OUTRAGEOUS!

BLORG: ((CUT TO))((RIPPING APART TELEVISION ANTENNAE STILL))((CHEWING)) APPALLING! ((HANDS AND CLAWS UP IN UNBRIDLED FURY!))

Hades: ((close up)) Why din' I dink o'dat? ((scratching head, smoke pluming))((PAN BACK AS BLORG ENTERS SHOT, STILL WITH AN ANTENNAE IN MOUTH, BOILING)) What?

ZEUS: ((CUT BACK, WIDE SHOT OF ROOM)) I'M TAKING SWIFT ACTION ((STANDS UP COMPLETELY, DRYWALL CRASHES AROUND FROM THE CEILING.)) NEXT FRAME!

((CUT TO: SPECTRAL PRISON))((ACOLYTE FRED, PALADIN FRED, DIGGIT, AND KOMMBOTS OPENING UP PRISON CELLS FOR VARIOUS OTHER CAPTURED BEINGS.))((OTHERS HELPING))

Matilda: Glad you could hear me, I didn't think this would still work in there. ((pointing to her wrist, a standard issue PTEKK bracelet))

Fred: ((thinking)) That does explain a lot.

Matilda Terenstry: ((looking around)) Where is he?

Norm: Who?

Matilda Terenstry: ((face rigid)) That would explain why the system was stolen, but he'd never too do, he's too crazy! ((closer in))((prison mechanism sounds being unlatched)) Someone devious would have had to do this. Someone—

((CUT TO: HALLWAY CHASE SCENE))((PSYFRED STILL IN UNBRIDLED AND FURIOUS PURSUIT OF THE BLUEWIZARD, PSYFRED STILL SCREAMING, YET FURTHER OFF))

BlueWizard: ((spazzing while running))((ground moving underneath)) WHO I FELL IN LOVE WIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTHHHHHHH!!!!!! ((length shot, BlueWizard falling to the ground sobbing))((complete camera halt))((PSYFRED, STILL SCREAMING, RUNS IN OFF CAMERA AS HIS SCREAM GETS LOUDER, ABOUT TO COLLIDE AT FULL SPEED WITH THE IDLE BLUEWIZARD))((SUDDENLY, HE halts, totally calm.))

PsyFred: ((screeching halt, no sound effect))((robe, beard, and hair flowing slightly at the stop)) I understand. ((perfectly calm, quiet, quiet))

BlueWizard: ((shot of above view))((hiding face))((unclenches arms, wiping tears)) You do? ((sniffing))

PsyFred: Perfectly. ((totally composed, hands behind back))((eyes closed))((ready for buildup))((Original Batman Adam West freak out camera angles, complete with the slow pan in with the jerky angles)) But what I don't really ((rolls eyes)) understand ((examines hand, and nails)) is why DUST WAS INVOLVED!!!?!! ((SPAZZING OUT, BEGINS TO GNAW ON OWN HAND))((CLOSE UP OF FACE LEANING IN)).

BlueWizard: ((cut back))She did it! ((cut back to both reveal, hallway shot)) She USED ((emphasis)) technology of man! Of a dream! ((close shot))((pulls at face, eyelids sink)) She just wanted me to STEAL ((emphasis)) and STEAL ((more emphasis)) ALL THE TIME! ((Cut to close up)) She was nice to me. ((sniffs)) Do you KNOW WHAT THAT'S LIKE?! ((flailing))

PSYFRED: ((SCREAMS OVER GNAWING ON HAND)) NOOOOOOOOOO! ((pauses, eyes off to the side)) BUT ((hand out of mouth, in air)) Yes. ((immediately looks merrier, until a liquid motion of him looms downward at the BlueWizard, arms first)) NOW ((still looks happy))((face to face shot))((PSYFRED PISSED, BlueWizard upset)) WHERE IS SHE?!

BlueWizard: ((vocals overlay onto following scene)) She's in an upper chamber. She tied the place in knots! This whole place jumps around now because of what she did. Just up and down knots! I'll take you there, just...just stop shouting.

((VOCALS OVERLAYED ONTO: SCENE OF THE PRISON BREAK))((Our team in the prison is working their way up a series of tunnels with a structure in the heart, a different zone created specifically for the restaurant.))((The liberators had freed many, but only freed the wing labeled as 'Good.'))((The bad were still in their cells, grumbling presumably)).

Matilda: Glad you could hear me, I didn't think this would still work in there. ((pointing to her wrist, a standard issue PTEKK bracelet))((The group masses up to a door, which is barred utilizing the same method as the static force fields.))

Fred: ((close up))((followed by close up of wall))((looks around for panel))((doesn't see one))((previous close shot)) I don't think there's a way in from this side.

Matilda: ((group all standing around behind)) Let me try ((moves towards camera))((zoom in on her knee, Fred standing to her left)) Old PTEKK trick. ((Matilda's bracelet emits a beam, which works similarly to a camera flash.))((This method actually destabilized a ligament in the static force field's structure, dividing the energy completely in half, until both walls dissipated completely.))

Norm: ((cut back))((static effect of light on the faces of the group, and the mass standing behind)) Where do I get one of those? ((KommBot right next to Norm activates 'CATALOG' mode, begins displaying discounted items and layaway options))

Matilda: ((hushes KommBot)) No time for ads ((whispers)) Let's go!

((The door is of PTEKK design, and a similar bypass by Matilda opens the door, revealing the interior))((BIG buildup, as the mass funnels in, angrily))((Pan shot of the room: shaped like a 'C', with a 'C' shaped desk in the center, facing them))((Behind the desk are a number of screens, showing various footage, and there is a chair with the back facing the door))((Pan up shot to reveal the shape of the room, as well as the desk, with the chair still hiding the figure behind, as the group moves up to confront.))((The entire group almost fills, the room, various religious figures, cartoon characters, and historical giants and noble beings are definitely pissed off, at whoever is sitting in that chair, as Fred leans over completely, KommBots armed, and grabs the chair, swiveling it completely around)).((There is a motionless body sitting in the chair, with what appears to be a rubber mask over the face.))((Close up of Fred with group behind, as he tears a mask off))((Ape Mask))((Fred shot, tears another mask off))((Goblin))((Fred shot, tears another mask off))((Panda))((Fred shot, tears another mask off))((Woman)((Fred shot, tearing another mask off))((3 more, various people))((Reveals a terrifying mask, two slits and a gaping toothless smile, empty, which begins to cackle ((high laugh, squeaky)), and animates the entire body((Prisoner style! Get em' #6!))((Most of the group leaps back, shows shot of the reveal, as the 'C' desk divides the group and the masked man still, with Fred leering back off the desk and back against the group)).

Norm: Is this gonna keep happening? ((completely unconcerned and agitated))

Matilda: ((steps in)) Identify yourself! ((glances over to right))((shot of KommBots activating and retargeting masked man))

((Shot of Laughing Mask behind desk))((Screens all around him))

Laughing Mask: I am the man within the dream, the mask of many! ((hands fall to table, reveal of the masks torn off)) The dreamer yearns, and wills, and I make haste to deliver! ((hands motion during sentence, hand reveals back to screens)) This dream has lasted for many an era. Many a time. Their existence is an extension of consciousness ((pan shot of screens, going full circle around the room, past the group, then back to the Laughing Mask)), and part of a consciousness of one, ((closer up))on many levels of matter and thought. ((his hand moves, shows pan across screen, to various people being messed with)) But they do not ask, nor do they dwell. And thus lasts the time, which they are retained in hell.

((Shows screens of laughing people, all wearing white masks and in a fine theater, and another in a banquet hall)) I seek to entertain my guests, my guests, who have come so often, over again. ((group reaction shot)) Oh fear not, they know and little don't remember ((back to screens))((showing various scenes of beings being tortured, crowds laughing)) They had it all scripted, down to science, but like BLIP! ((Laughing Mask claps hands together once))((screen above shows the same crowed, weeping and screaming in misery)) they don't. ((wide shot, Laughing Mask spinning)) All in the name of Control, and Manipulation. ((still close up)) Where I, reign, and they((points)) do not! ((camera follows to screen of weeping masked people, one standing up and frantically trying to remove mask from face))And those who watch, won't remember scene for scene, as they forget, to remember, ((voice chirps)) to forget, to remember all over again. ((clapping hands))((Theater and Banquet Hall crowds alternate between derisive laughter and anguish with each clap))((close in on Laughing Mask which looms in from the right)) All the while, jumping around through beings all the time. ((turns)) Humans are a delight, as they have not the capacity to recall. ((sitting back down in the chair))For this show, I like to prescribe a human term: ((looms in from seat, finger tips meeting the hands)) Reruns.((his eyes widen, then shrink back)) ((GROUP SHOT: FURIOUS PAN RIGHT)) All of existence, to exist again, ((Close up on Laughing Mask, with screen of contestant to his left, freaking out, making a noose and standing on a chair)) over, and over, until! ((shows footage of contestant, hanging himself))SNAP! ((pause, as Laughing Mask leans back in chair, fingertips meeting again)) Then it's back to Hitler's Asshole again. ((head cocks in rhythm of the sentence))((shows two screens, Laughing Masked people on the lower screen, while Sobbing and Anguished Masked people on the upper screen))

Fred: ((close up))((group behind)) You're a monster...((spaced pause, closing in shot)) twisted, perverted, the ((stammers)) the horrors, how could you ((eyes clenching, about to deliver a powerful rebuttal, WHEN SUDDENLY))

((DOOR THEY HAD COME THROUGH OPENS, REVEALING PSYFRED AND THE BLUEWIZARD, COMPLETELY CALM))((PSYFRED CONSOLING THE BLUEWIZARD, WIPING TEARS WITH HIS ROBE AS HE WALKS))

PsyFred: ((very calm))((walking into room with BlueWizard)) Remember, it's just those neurokinetic waves, ok? ((very nice, comforting)) It's neuro-stimuli, via acoustics ((waving hand in circle as they walk)) and brainwaves, ((begins to SPAZZ))((STARTS SHAKING BLUEWIZARD))((SNARLING)) WE KNOW THIS! I – ((NOTICES PEOPLE WATCHING)) Oh. ((Shot of PsyFred, looking to see Dust Masks on the table, beginning to fall apart, as does the BlueWizard))

BlueWizard: Angela? ((looking very surprised and sad))((running to desk, immune to fear of the Laughing Mask, her mask turns to dust in his hands))((close up gaze, infuritated)) YOU! ((leans back, wide below shot)) YOU! ((shows PsyFred, glancing around, a little concerned)) YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUU!!!!!! ((Blue Wizard COMPLETELY freaking out!))

((The Laughing Mask, knowing his control over the BlueWizard has ended, gives a brief and horrid giggle, and then leaps elastically and creepily out of the chair, lunging past some of the KommBots and into a wall of screens that has a doorway hidden behind to the left of where he was sitting))

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COMMERCIAL BREAK! COMMERCIAL BREAK! COMMERCIAL BREAK!

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ANNOUNCER ((DEEP VOICE, NOT ARNIE COLON)): IIIIIIIIIIT'S PONG! FOR ETERNITY! ((DEEPER VOICE, MORE INTENSE, ECHO WORDS))((SHOW WACKY LOGO))

Announcer: From the makers of Total 'Em ((show logo, intense voice)) and Reality Control ((show logo)), comes Pong for Eternity!

((shows connection map for souls spanning the Earth, of various souls and locations over time))

Announcer: Come on a journey of fun! To exploit natural assets and beings of all kind! ((show footage of exploding universes via the restaurant))((footage of crowd cheering, not showing masks)) See, various points in time! And travel all in the comfort of a person throughout history!

Announcer: One of our best and brightest new ventures, was created via a surrogate, or should I say, "prostitute", whom we lift ideas from! To displace the evil from his mind ((show Fred Ventresca freaking out)) he banished all those haunting him to go "Right back to Hitler's Asshole"((show text)) and we thought, "What a great idea!" ((show text)). We meet the most interesting people by jumping around and altering their brain frequencies to be heard for the delight of our patrons!

Announcer: Schizophrenia through technological manipulation has never been this fun! Try Ponging Through Eternity today! At the Restaurant Pavilion! ((show logo))

((Another Announcer:)) Evening attire, Chauffeur and Limousine required for entry into Pavilion area.

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((CUT TO: CAMERA PANS BACK FROM THE ADVERTISEMENT SHOWING ON ONE OF THE DUST SCREENS SURROUNDING, WHILE THE LAST BIT OF THE LAUGHING MASK'S BODY GOES THROUGH THE SECRET DOOR, HIDEN BY A GRID OF DUST SCREENS))((ALL GIVE CHASE, AS THE CAMERA CONTINUES TO PAN LEFT, SHOWING THE THRONGS OF GOOD FORCES, TEARING AFTER THE LAUGHING MASK, LEAVING ONLY PSYFRED AND BLUEWIZARD, WALKING SLOWLY BEHIND))((WIZARD NEEDED COAXING, STILL UPSET))

BlueWizard: This was supposed to be for good, not bad! ((sniffs))((kicking ground)) Sorry ground. ((still utilizing robe as Kleenex to wipe tears))

PsyFred: ((consoling, patting on the back as they walk to the hidden doorway)) I know, I know, people are like that.

((THE CHASE CONTINUES DOWN A SERIES OF PLATFORMS, ALL LEADING LOWER, THEN BACK, THEN AROUND AGAIN.))((THROUGH HALLWAYS AND DOORS, THE LAUGHING MASK KEEPS THEM CHASING, AROUND AND AROUND IN A CUBE SHAPED MAZE OF HALLWAYS, IDENTICAL TO THE HALLWAYS IN THE HEART CENTER))((THERE IS A QUICK ZOOM OUT, REVEALING THE ACTUAL CHARACTER THEY ARE RESIDING WITHIN, A HUMAN BEING, BY THE NAME OF FREDERICK KYLE VENTRESCA, DRIVING A TRUCK.))((THE TURN SIGNALS PRODUCES A HAPPY ANIME STYLE FACE, SAYING "TALKY TALKY TALKY TALKY!"))((SHOT OF FRED, HUMMING ALONG, GETTING MORE MANIC))

((FAST ZOOM BACK IN, TO A DIFFERENT PART OF THE BODY, CLOSER TO THE HEAD.))((THE RESTAURANT WITHIN THE HEART CENTER WHICH HAD INFILTRATED, IS CAPABLE OF TRAVERSING ACROSS THE INNER UNIVERSES OF FREDERICK KYLE VENTRESCA. THE RESTAURANT IS TRANSPOSITIONING IN AND OUT OF UNIVERSES WITHIN, AT VARIOUS MOMENTS, SHOWING A FLOW LEADING UP TO THE HEAD))

((EXTERIOR SHOT TO THE RESTAURANT STILL, WHICH IS A SMALL MASS, CIRCULAR, FROM WITHIN THE HEART CENTER ((YES, ALSO CIRCULAR)) )) ((STAR WARS SHOT, OF A LOOMING BEARD, THEN A TORSO, FOLLOWED BY LEGS AND FEET ((MAYBE LESS)) WHICH IS ZEUS, HOT ON THE TRAIL OF THE RESTAURANT, CARRYING THE LEGAL TEAM AND ALL THOSE IN THE POOL HALL ON HIS BACK, THE UNIVERSAL LAW BOOK IN HIS HAND.))

ZEUS: ((FLYING SHOT)) I'VE SEEN THE TYPES OF PEOPLE BEFORE IN LITIGATION PROCEEDINGS. ((SHOWS THE LEGAL TEAM ON BACK)) THEY WEAR ALABASTER SUITS, AND PROCLAIM TO KNOW EVERY THING. ((SHUDDERING)) THEY TAAAAAAALK DURING THE TRIALS, EXPLOIT THE METHOD AND THAT OF JUSTICE ((GROUP SHOT, LEGAL TEAM)) THAT, IS INTOLERABLE! ((Shot of Hades rolling eyes)) THAT METHOD SHOULDN'T BE EXPLOITED TO CREATE REPETITION, AND THEY HAVE DONE THIS BEFORE! ((BOOMING))

Blorg: ((close up))I'm gonna try Jesus one more time. ((reaching for Ledger phone))

Hades: Jesus?((leans in))((close up))I love dat guy!

((CUT BACK TO: CHASE SCENE))((THE LAUGHING MASK CONTINUES TO RUN DOWN HALLWAYS, CREEPILY, WITH ELASTIC MOTIONS))((MANY OF THE KOMMBOTS SHOOT, BUT TO NO AVAIL, AND VARIOUS OTHER HEROES ATTEMPTS TO STOP THE LAUGHING MASK FROM MAKING THE RUN AROUND CORNERS AND THROUGH DOORS))((ALL THE WHILE, THE LAUGHING MASK CONTINUES TO EMIT A SHRILL GIGGLE, THAT LINGERS AND ECHOS AS THEY CHASE HIM AROUND NEAR IDENTICAL CORNERS))((CHASE SHOT DOWN HALLWAY, TO LEFT SIDE, WITH ALL THE AMASSED CHASING))((SECOND SHOT IS A CLOSEUP OF THE FOOT REGION OF THE LAUGHING MASK RUNNING OVERHEAD, AND PRESSING A SLIP OF A SLIP ON HIS WRIST))((MAKES A BEEPING EFFECT))((CREATES A LINE OF SECURITY KOMMBOTS, SIMILAR TO THE ONES FOUND IN THE BACKSTAGE REGION, BUT WHITE, NOT BLACK WITH WHITE X'S))((ALL THESE KOMMBOTS DISAPPEAR, THE MOMENT MATILDA TERENSTRY FLASHES HER WRISTBAND, AND FRED HIS KEYCARD, AND BEGIN TO DISAPPEAR IN A CHAIN OF DOMINOES AS THE GROUP CATCHES UP TO THE LAUGHING MASK, WHO THEN JUMPS THROUGH A FINAL DOOR, REVEALING THE BANQUET HALL)).

((THE BANQUET HALL IS THE SAME WITNESSED BY THE GROUP ON THE DUST SCREENS))((POSH ATMOSPHERE, AND WELL DRESSED PEOPLE ALL WEAR FEATURELESS PAPER WHITE MASKS, AND ARE LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY, NOT NOTICING WHAT JUST JUMPED INTO THE ROOM))((THE GOOD FILLS THE ROOM, AS THE LAUGHING MASK ELASTICALLY LEAPS OVER THE TABLES AND BOUNDS AROUND THE MASKED PATRONS))((UNABLE TO TARGET, THE KOMMBOTS LINE UP FOR A SHOT, ALONG WITH MANY OTHER WELL ARMED AND ANGRY PEOPLE))((SHOT OF: THE LAUGHING MASK, LEAPING BEHIND A MAN IN A TUXEDO AT A BANQUET TABLE, WHO IS LAUGHING HARD.))((THE LAUGHING MASK LEANS AROUND PEOPLE, WHILE CACKLING, CALLING THEIR BLUFF TO SHOOT HIM THROUGH UNARMED PEOPLE, EVEN IF THEY'RE CLEARLY BAD NEWS.))

((SHOT OF: FRED RUNNING INTO THE ROOM, WITH A THRONG OF GOOD FORCES BEHIND HIM, STOPPING TO A SCREECHING HALT, ONLY TO GET KNOCKED OVER BY ALL THOSE BEHIND HIM WHO COULDN'T STOP.))((MATILDA TERENSTRY NEXT IN SHOT))

Matilda: Don't shoot him! ((shows Laughing Mask, still hiding behind people cackling, while the patrons simply watch the footage and laugh)).

Fred: ((getting up)) Stand back! ((everyone reeling slightly))((Fred begins to shoot automatic petunia fire from his fingertips))((All bounce off the mask and all over the place))((cut to Fred)) I've got no accuracy with this thing ((cocks hand))((gun click effect))

Norm: ((throws wrap)) ((misses Laughing Mask, hits Masked Patron))((keeps laughing, pounding on the table as Catalina Dressing ((secret ingredient!)) drizzles down the paper white mask)).

Gorn: Monsters! ((raising guitar upside down in hand))

((CUT TO: OUTSIDE OF DOORWAY, AS THE MASS SPREADS OUT AROUND THE BANQUET HALL, EACH STEP THE LAUGHING MASK TAKES IS A LONG STRIDE OVER THE TABLES AND CHAIRS, AND PATRONS, AS THE FORCES OF GOOD SPREAD OUT IN THE HALL TO TRY AND CAPTURE HIM))((SHOWS PSYFRED, AND BLUEWIZARD APPROACHING THE DOORWAY FROM THE OUTSIDE, VIEWING INTO THE BANQUET HALL WHILE CHAOS ENSUES))

PsyFred: ((hand over the BlueWizard's shoulder))((walking calmly)) Now if I've said it once, I'll say it again, just ((FREAKS OUT)) RELAX!!! ((SCREAMING AT BLUEWIZARD)) YOU KNOW?!?!

BlueWizard: ((sniffing)) I know, I know ((the two walk into the Banquet Hall))((As the second I know strikes from the BlueWizard's lips, camera angle changes to a monitor in the previous security room, that is not being watched at all by the three security guards))((CUT TO: Surveillance Room, where two of the guards are sitting and watching the various horrors, chuckling at times, shaking their heads.))((A buzzer goes off: BUZZ!))((BUZZ!))((They keep chuckling))((BUZZ!))((guards still chuckling))((SUDDENLY, UNIVERSAL LAW BOOK SMASHES DOWN, RIGHT NEXT TO THE SECURITY GUARD THROUGH THE CEILING, ZEUS'S FOOT FOLLOWS SHORTLY AFTER))((Guard looks up, stupefied))((Other guard leapt under desk after impact, still hiding))

LegalWolf: ((leaps over book spine and onto cover))((barking)) WHERE'S OUR BOSS?!

LawWolf: ((looking over the book spine and cover at the guard))((snarls)) WE HAVE COURT ORDERS! ((muffled, paper in teeth))((rest of pack growling behind the book, looking over the cover))

LawyerBird: ((closeup))((melodic))((every syllable a note)) Don't make a move! I'm watching you!

Guard 1((Jerry)): ((overhead shot, looking downward)) Look, I – I just work here, the main security terminal is right here ((points))((close up))((sighs)) This just isn't worth 500 credits a week.

Guard 2((Larry)): ((looks at Jerry)) You get 500? ((Jerry nods, Larry makes pissed off expression))

Guard 3((Joe)): ((walks into security room, which is in total disarray.))((whistling, carrying coffees, bumps into Zeus's foot))((looks up)) Um. ((LawPack snarling at him, he jitters with the coffee))

Guard 2((Larry)): Holy shard! Look! ((points at screen))((reveals major rioting, and the stage area around the festival is being monitored from an overhead aerial newsteam, showing chaos ensuing on the festival floor, and drawing nearer to the main stage. Shows various ships landing in the open areas around the campsite, and flying overhead.)) We gotta get down there or we'll get fired for sure!

((The security officers run out of the door, including Joe, running with the Joes soon after, as they spill as he runs, not taking a moment to wonder why a Legal Team literally kicked in the ceiling.))((Shot reveals ZEUS'S FOOT, which is being ridden on by Hades and Blorg, with Tents wrapped around his ankle, and I.S.S. in his clutches))((The Tobacconists ((mercenaries to protect))((a.k.a. Phillip Morris, R.J. Reynolds, Winston Salem, and the twins Benson & Hedges)) and their cargo, Crazy Lil' Fred Ventresca, leap off from the side))

ZEUS((TOE CLOSE UP)): ((TOE MOVES))((VOICE BOOMS)) EASIEST SOPEONA I'VE EVER MADE.

Blorg: ((Looking at buttons on the security terminal)) They have dream wards listed, ideas, thoughts, memories on the scanner. ((Shows buttons corresponding to wards))((Good Wing is listed as OPEN ((without security noticing of course)) ))((Bad Wing is listed as CLOSED))((Blorg reacts)) Easiest job I've ever done. ((smacks claws and hands together in satisfaction))

Hades: You looked! Dat's notta jab!

C.L.F.: ((leans into panel view, looking at buttons)) BAD IS SUBJECTIVE! ((PRESSES BUTTON))((BAD WING IS LABELED NOW AS OPEN))

((Blorg, reacting))((Looks at the Five Gentlemen))

Blorg: Don't you watch him?! ((The team is smoking cigarettes holding machine guns, shrugging))

1 of 5 ((Phillip Morris)): ((Brooklyn accent)) Just make him lunches mostly.

((IT WAS AT THIS MOMENT, THAT THE LEGAL TEAM AND THE MERCENARIES BLORG WAS QUESTIONING, BEGAN TO HEAR MANY DOORS OPEN))((DOOR OPEN SOUNDS, SHOT OF VARIOUS FORCE FIELDS GOING DOWN))((THERE IS SCREAMING, YELLING, HONKING, THRASHING, GNASHING, SQUEALING, AND THE NOISES ARE ALL DRAWING NEARER TO THE SURVEILLANCE ROOM, WITH A LOT OF FOOTSTEPS))((BLORG, REACTION SHOT, STANDS IN THE DOORWAY))((BLORG STANDING IN THE PATH OF A RAIMI RUNNING STYLE SHOT ((SEE EVIL DEAD FOR REFERENCE)), COMPLETE WITH SOUND EFFECTS))((BLORG, STANDS WITH HIS HAND OUT IN A HALT PATTERN, AT THE DOORWAY))

Blorg: ((holding up hand still)) STOP! WE'RE LAWYERS!

((CAR BRAKE SOUND EFFECT ((EG: EEEEERP ERP ERP ERP ERP ERRRRRRRRRRP!)) BY RAIMI RUNNING CAMERA, ALL NOISES STOP))

Blorg: That's better ((satisfied again))

Tents: ((looking at the monitor of the banquet hall, chaos)) Mrf Mup Mup ((Judging by that screen, I think we should go to the Banquet Hall))((title plaque revealed in pan down of monitor face))((Tent's eyes follow, along with free tentacle))

I.S.S.: ((close up)) Awesome! ((closer in)) I'm totally hungry!

((CUT TO RUNNING SHOT, INCLUDING I.S.S. BEING CARRIED BY TENTS, ASKING ((So what were those noises all about?))((I.S.S. MAY NEVER KNOW, AS THE OTHERS RUN DOWN THE HALLWAY, AND ZEUS ESSENTIALLY WALKS THROUGH THE CEILING, AND THE WALLS, NOT BEFORE PICKING UP HIS SOUL CRUSHING JUDGMENT ((NOT HIS FOOT, HIS UNIVERSAL LAW BOOK)) OFF THE GROUND))((VARIOUS FORCES OF BAD ARE SCREECHING AND THRASHING DOWN THE HALLWAY TOO, TO GET A PIECE ((LITERALLY)), OF WHOEVER IMPRISONED THEM.))((MONITOR IN THE SURVEILLANCE ROOM GOING STATIC AT TIMES, AS CRAZY LIL' FRED VENTRESCA, ALONE, POPS OUT UNDERNEATH THE RUBBLE AND RUIN OF THE FORMERLY SOMEWHAT KEPT SURVEILLANCE ROOM))

((MONITOR VIEW, OVER THE SHOULDER OF C.L.F., SHOWING DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVES ON THE SIDE PAN))((TO RIGHT, SHOWING CHAOS ON ONE SCREEN IN THE BANQUET HALL, WITH PEOPLE STILL LAUGHING, ANOTHER BANQUET HALL OF PEOPLE IN SORROW, A THEATER WITH LAUGHING, ANOTHER THEATER WITH SORROW, A FESTIVAL SHOT, ANOTHER TWO SCREENS WITH DERF NEWS, AND ENN DOING BREAKING COVERAGE OVERHEAD, AND ANOTHER CAMERA, FOCUSED ON THE BACKSTAGE OF THE FESTIVAL))((THE BACKSTAGE CAMERA SHOWS TWO ETHEREAL PRODUCERS ARGUING, AND LOOKING AT THEIR WATCHES))((THEY SIGH, AND PRESS A NEARBY BUTTON, PRODUCING A STATIC GROUP OF THE BAND THAT CRAZY LIL' FRED VENTRESCA WAS JUST WITH: I.S.S. AND THE QUANTUM REALITIES))

C.L.F.: ((close up))((bionator lisp)) Wha? Tents was just here! ((Looks around))((Looks back at the screen to see the holograms being put into place, programming the song and the positioning by the Ethereal Producers)) ((C.L.F. Gasps)) They're doing it to ((close in)) the music!((angry))

((CUT TO: SHOT BEHIND THE CURTAIN OF THE SHOW))((THE FAKE BAND IS BEING PUT INTO PLACE, WHILE THRONGS OF ADORING YET IRATE FANS WAITING FOR THE SHOW TO START., UNAWARE OF WHAT IS TAKING PLACE))((PAN BACK THROUGH THE CROWD ((TERRY GILLIAM STYLE SHOT, BARON MUNCHAUSEN)), THROUGH TONS OF PEOPLE CHEERING AND WAITING, WITH A ROW OF KOMMBOTS AND SPIDERGUARD BLOCKING))((PAST THROUGH THAT, TO A CHAOTIC SCENE THROUGH A BILLOW OF SMOKE, REVEALING A PART OF SHAKEDOWN, WHERE FANS ARE GOING MENTAL, THINKING I.S.S. AND THE Q.R. HAVE LEFT))

RandomCatFan: ((wearing Tents t-shirt)) It's over man ((sniffing))((sobbing))((amidst the burning craziness behind him))

((SHOT OF VARIOUS SHIPS LANDING))((REPRESENTATIVES OF BWAH ((CATFISH PEOPLE)), ZULUVERSE, CATVERSES, SPIDERVERSES, A LOT MORE))((VARIOUS DIGNITARIES AND CAPTAINS ALL WALKING TOWARDS THE CARNAGE))

Klingon Commander: What's happening here? ((flanked by many beings, including a Gorn in Klingon apparel and a few bodyguards)) We could hear all of you three sectors over! ((Nobody responds, as the chaos continues))((Commander scowls)) Fire a warning shot. ((JUST THEN!))

((LOUD CRIES FROM THE STAGE AREA, AS THE CURTAIN BEGINS TO RISE))((SOUND DEAFENS THE AREA, AND REVEALS THE FAKE BAND, BUT THE GROUP IS MOTIONLESS AMIDST THE CHEERING))((CROWD NEAR STAGE IS GETTING RESTLESS))((VARIOUS FANS RUSH AT THE SECURITY FROM SHAKEDOWN, PAST THE COMMANDERS AND CAPTAINS WHO HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S HAPPENING))

Klingon Commander: ((leaning to Sub-Commander)) Is this normal for a concert?

RandomGirl: IT'S TENTS! ((runs into shot of Commander))

CatFan: But we saw him leave man!

RandomEthereal: What's going on?! Gorn's not even movin'!

((SUDDENLY, ONE OF THE LARGER SCREENS, THEN THE OTHERS BEGIN TO GET STATIC. NO MORE FOOTAGE OF THE STAGE IS BEING BROADCAST))((IMAGE BEGINS TO FADE THROUGH, AS A DELAPIDATED SURVEILLANCE ROOM IS SHOWN))

C.L.F.: ((fumbling noises)) Is this thing on? ((major bionator lisp)), Ok, whoa ((finds himself in front of the camera, brushes hair back)) Festival goers and beings of all nations. ((shows footage, one guy starting to crack up))((fuck you guy! Bionators suck!))((However, C.L.F. showing true poise and eloquence, does not notice)) As you know, Earf is has this festival, as well as what you'd consider, ((air quoting)) The restaurant! But did you really know what is happening in there ((shows footage on another camera))((people laughing, sobbing, various fight chaos, with PsyFred and BlueWizard in the almost about to reach the threshold of the banquet hall)) There's a monster in there! A monster that took over this planet! ((Shows Derfs watching TV on Derf)) A monster that overran Derf! ((shows commander of ships)) Of Zulu! ((reaction)) Of Kronos! ((shows Klingon get pissed)) Even BWAH! ((shows Representatives of BWAH, flipping through PhraseBook))((shows other fans reacting))And an even more terrible truth! ((cut back to C.L.F.)) That band, is a FAKE!

((RECORD SKIPPING SOUND EFFECT, AS THE CROWD IS SILENT))((THE BAND CONTINUES TO BE IDLE, FREE FROM EVEN BREATH APPARENTLY.))((LITERALLY, CRICKETS ARE HEARD))

Fan: Tents? ((completely audible))

((Tents is frozen at a very awkward angle, where his eye appears to be rolled into the back of his eyesocket, and hasn't blinked once))

((Show Fan's reaction, blinking, another runs in front of him directly))

Fan #2: IT'S A FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKEEEEE!!! ((FREAKING OUT))((CROWD LOSES IT COMPLETELY))((ABSOLUTE UNSANITY AND APESHITTERY)).

((SPIDERGUARDS LOSING GROUND, AGAINST THE TIDE OF ANGRY SHAKEDOWN PEOPLE))((COMMANDERS OF SHIPS FOLLOWING IN, INCLUDING KOMMBOTS WHICH FILE PAST THE SECURITY MODELS))((OTHER RESTAURANT SECURITY BEGINS TO TRY TO HOLD A LINE AGAINST THE MASSIVE CROWD OF PEOPLE, WHO IMMEDIATELY OVERCOME AND RUSH TOWARDS THE STAGE))((THE MAIN STAGE AREA IS BEING OVERRUN ALREADY, AS FANS BEGIN TO CLIMB ONTO THE STAGE, WHILE THE BAND REMAINS COMPLETELY MOTIONLESS STILL)).

Catfan ((the one with the Gorn Headband! Nice!)): ((sobbing, clutching tail))((amidst chaos)) Why couldn't they just play—((MUSIC KICKS IN!))(("BOSTON": DON'T BE AFRAID!)) ((BAND BECOMES ANIMATED, BUT A RANDOM FAN REACHES THROUGH I.S.S., AND GOES MAD WITH RAGE))

RandomFan: ((clutching head and hair)) Where's TEEEEEEEEENNNNNNTS?!?!?!?

RandomEtherealGirl: What did they do with Gorn?! ((sobbing))

((THE MUSIC BEGINS TO SKIP, AS THE FANS COMPLETELY LOSE IT AND OVERRUN THE STAGE))((AT THIS MOMENT, CAT TRANSMISSION, STANDING NEARBY WAITING FOR THEIR CHANCE FOR STARDOM))

CatTubaBoss: ((looking at group)) Now's our chance for an encore!

((CAT TRANSMISSION LEAPS ONTO THE STAGE, BOLD AND COURAGEOUS AMIDST THE MAD FANS))((AND THE ELECTRIC TUBA GROUP CONTINUED TO PLAY THEIR HEARTS AND WHISKERS OUT, UNAWARE AS THE SECURITY TEAM WAS GETTING COMPLETELY OVERRUN, AND CHASED BACK UP TO A RAMP LEADING TO PASSAGE TO THE V.I.P. RESTAURANT AREA, SPECIFICALLY FOR HIGHER PAYING AND LESS SMELLY GUESTS))((SOON, EVERY, ANY, AND ALL ARE CHASING THEM UP INTO THE LIMOUSENE AREA, WHERE THE VALETS SCREAM AND RUN FOR COVER, AS ETHEREAL PRODUCERS, RESTAURANT SECURITY, AND VARIOUS SPIDER GUARD ATTEMPT TO HOLD THEIR GROUND INSIDE))((COMPARABLE TO THE BLUES BROTHERS IN MAGNITUDE, MINUS THE TANKS))((A CATASTROPHE, AND NOBODY THOUGHT TO MAKE A T-SHIRT FOR THE EVENT AT ALL)).

((CUT TO: BANQUET HALL))((Fighting continues as the forces of good, lash at the Laughing Mask, dancing around the masked patrons still sitting at tables, and the various former prisoners trying to grab him without hurting the seated patrons at all, who were still laughing hysterically))

Matilda: ((watches the Laughing Mask dance around, elongated and taffy like in motion)) We can't even shoot him.

Norm: ((scowls))((close up)) And I'm all outta wraps ((squints))

((Spectral Ninja watches motion of Laughing Mask))((Shot: Divides into 5))((Begins firing light from spectral region, located between the bridge of your eyes above your nose))((Missing each shot, as the elongation continues unabated, and The Laughing Mask dances around and past each shot the mirror images make))

Paladin Fred: ((cut to, swinging at the feet with a hammer))((missing a lot))((sigh)) I'm weak ((keels over slightly))

Diggit: ((Casually)) Here ((brief light effect, followed by a bunch of green numbers))

Paladin Fred: ((woozy))((looks at numbers)) That's good right?

((CUT TO: PsyFred and BlueWizard, walking up calmly to the conflict))

PsyFred: Now, just be calm, take a deep breath ((close up, breathing in)), relax ((breathing out)), and ((immediate RAGE ACTIVATED UPON SEEING THE CHAOS)) WHAT THE SHEIZE?! ((REVEALS TO BANQUET HALL CHAOS, AND THE LAUGHING MASK, LAUGHING))

BlueWizard: Now she never stops laughing ((sniffing)) Never! And it's not even her!!! ((spazzing, flailing hands))((Runs into conflict sobbing, past PsyFred, surprised even now))

((Beams of blue light begin being emitted from the irate wizard, as a piece falls off, turning into Mithra, a Goddess of EldenTimes of the Sun.))((PsyFred reacts, and begins to shock the Laughing Mask after rubbing his beard and hair together, then channeling outwards in a beam of fury))((A piece that is knocked off, is Mercury, frazzled and confused))((More and more, and with each impact of the blue beam, and the electricity striking, people began to emerge from the pieces, beings, Gods, who had been imprisoned within the Laughing Mask.))((Doctor Bandever falls out, a friend that Matilda Terenstry was looking for))

Matilda: Bandever! ((shows Doctor, scratching his head, then running immediately away from a looming leg that steps over him, while the electricity and blue beam barrages continue))((Two ancient beings are next, followed by two crew members from the next pieces))((More and more, the Laughing Mask is whittled down, and centered now, so the Spectral Ninja now has focused fire, and is literally roasting the Laughing Mask away.))

((PSYFRED, IS NOT AMUSED, AND IS CHARGED BEYOND SAFE LEVELS))

PSYFRED: I'M GONNA GET MY STUFF! ((FRAZZLED, SPITTING, AND ABOUT TO CAST WHEN))

((RUSHES INTO THE ROOM, ALL, EVERY, AND ANY OF THE BAD THAT WAS HELD PRISONER, AND WAS NOW FREE))((LITERALLY, A PACKED BALLROOM OF EVERY, ANY, AND ALL, OF BOTH GOOD AND BAD, MYSTICAL, CARTOON, GOD, DIETY, MAGIC, ALL WERE THERE, IN THAT MOMENT, TO SEE THE LAUGHING MASK WHITTLED DOWN, TO A SMALL GLOBULAR SPHERE, PULSATING, OCCASIONALLY BUBBLING))((THE SPEW LEECHES OUT, AND KNOCKS OVER A DIVIDE BY THE STAGE, TO REVEAL ARNIE COLON, HIDING))((FREAKS OUT))

A.Colon: Don't hurt me! I don't even get paid! ((talking into microphone, still shackled to wrist))((shakes hands in self-defenselessness)))

Fred: ((hiding behind KommBot))((elated!)) Arnie!

Arnie: ((Happy)) Fred!

Fred: ((happier)) Man I'm glad to see you're still around!

Mithra: ((true arachnid form)) ENOUGH! ((talks through pulsing delta waves))

Mercury: What is that ((scowling))

ZEUS: ((FEET WALK THROUGH WALL))((TOE THUNDERS AND THUMPS)) I DEMAND ATTENTION!

Mercury: ((At feet)) Hi Zeus! ((waves at toe))((ZEUS'S TOE DOES A SLIGHT WAGGLE))

((THE SMALLER ORB THAT HAD BEEN RENDERED FROM THE REPEATED ATTACKS TO THE LAUGHING MASK, REVEALED A SMALL DOT IN THE CENTER, WHICH THEN BLOOMED, LIKE A FLOWER, AND WITHIN, THERE ARE SPECTRAL NINJAS, EACH IN A CIRCLE FACING OUTWARDS FROM THE CENTER, WITH A SPECTRAL CHAIN CONNECTING, THAT HAD BEEN ALTERED BY A NEUROKINETIC CHARGE ((NOT PSYFRED)), PULSING FROM THE BACKS OF THEIR HEADS. THEY ARE ALL HYPNOTIZED, NOT FACING THE SMALL ORB BEHIND THEM. THERE ARE ROWS OF STATIC CATS AND MICE, SPECTRAL DESIGNS, EACH CHASING THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION IN A ROW, OF A ROW, AROUND EACH OTHER, WITH A SMALLER STATIC ORB IN THE CENTER, PULSING IN A DRONING WANE.))

Matilda: ((flanked by KommBots)) I've never seen that before.

PULSING ORB: I AM, WHAT I AM, AND I AM, WHAT I SEEK.

ZEUS: ((TOE)) WHAT IS THAT?

PULSING ORB: WOE, MISERY, PAIN

I.S.S.: ((cut to)) At least the shrimp puffs are safe!

PULSING ORB: THOSE TOO!

I.S.S: ((close up)) NO!

PULSING ORB: YES! THAT PAIN! THE PAIN OVER THE CONTEMPTABILITY OF MAN, THE ANGUISH OVER THE EVENTS TRANSPIRED TIME AND TIME OVER, AND YES, THE SHRIMP PUFFS ((show freaked out I.S.S.)) THAT YOU SHALL NEVER TASTE WITH JOY. ((I.S.S.: ((face mouthing No)) ))

ZEUS: ((TOE)) LEAVE THE SHRIMPS OUT OF THIS!

Criminal: I've had enough! Let's snap 'em! ((A group of other badass and tough looking bad guys all charge in))((The orb, emits a powerful gel past the Spectral Ninjas, which encapsulates the bad, and begins to draw energy from them)).

PULSING ORB: YES! ((DRAWING IN MORE POWER FROM BAD GUYS, AS GOOD AND BAD REEL BACK))((THE BAD GUYS WHO GOT SYPHONED ARE LOCKED IN PLACE, SHUDDERING)) YES! THE MEMORIES, THE DISGUST, THE HATRED, THE MEMORIES THAT BIND MAN TO CRUELTY!

Spectral Ninja: ((immediate concern as he climbs through the crowded croom))((sees other Spectral Ninjas, and is about to lash out with a Spectral Beam, when the Pulsing Orb reacts))

PUSLING ORB: I WOULD NOT, FOR YOU WOULD STRIKE YOUR ALLIES. ((SHOWS NINJAS, UP CLOSE)) BRAVE SOULS, THEIR DEFENSES WERE MERITED, SIMPLY TO GUARD, BUT NEVER TO LOOK. NEVER TO REALIZE. NEVER TO EVEN TURN. ((SHOW HYPNOSIS, EXACTLY THE SAME AS TALKY TALKY MENTIONED EARLIER, SMALL GIRL'S HEAD, FLOATING)) QUITE CONVENIENT ACTUALLY AS THEIR OWN SPECTRAL VISIONS CAN BE TURNED AGAINST THEM ((SHOWS CLOSE UP OF SPECTRAL NINJA'S FACE, CUTS BACK TO HYPNOSIS, BACK TO SPECTRAL NINJA TRAPPED, TEAR FROM SIDE OF EYE)) THEIR SPECTRAL DEFENSES ARE WEAKENED AND PREDICTABLE ((SHOWS CAT AND MOUSE, CRACKLING AT TIMES, CHANGING DIRECTIONS AFTER SHRUGGING)), SO I MAY SEEP ((PUFFS UP)) AND FEED, BEYOND THEIR CAPACITY TO RETAIN. ((SHOWS GLOBULAR SEEPING QUICKLY PAST ONE SPECTRAL NINJA, OUT TOWARDS THE CRIMINALS THAT ATTACKED MOMENTS EARLIER))((SYPHONING NEUROELECTRIC ENERGY)) DELICIOUS, BEINGS IN GENERAL. QUITE DELICIOUS IN TASTE. ((PULSING))((GROUP REACTION SHOT, ALL DISGUSTED AND/OR FREAKED OUT)) THE MEMORIES ARE ALL THE SAME TO ME. I ELEVATE AT THE THOUGHT. I DWELL, AND SWELL AT THE POTENTIAL! ((BEGINS TO RISE, AND PUFF OUT, SHAKING THE WALLS)) I AM MORE THAN THE SUFFERING OF MERE MORTAL ((EXTREME CLOSE UP)) I AM THE ORIGINAL MEMORY OF SUFFERING, THE FIRST MOMENT OF EVERY, ANY, AND ALL! ((SHAKES))((QUAKES))((REVEALS TO BE, THE JEWEL OF SUFFERING, A CAT LEGEND FROM LONG AGO, REVEALED BY THE AGAPE EXPRESSION OF THOSE WHO ACTUALLY ARE AWARE OF SUCH ((MENTIONED IN RESIDUAL EFFECTS))((CATMAN'S EYES ARE GLEAMING FOR THE FIRST TIME, AND HE IS QUITE AWAKE TO WITNESS SUCH, ONLY MOUTHING THE WORDS "THE LEGEND"))((YES, THIS IS IN FACT, THE ORIGINAL MOMENT, OF SUFFERING IN THE KNOWN UNIVERSE, OF EVERY, ANY, AND ALL.)) EACH MOMENT OF PAIN, BLOODSHED, STRIFE, I KNOW, AND OWWWWWWWWN!!! ((SUPER SHAKING))

Fred: ((from behind table with Band)) How did you even get in here! ((shouts))

J.O.S. ((PULSING ORB, SHORTENED TO J.O.S. FOR JEWEL OF SUFFERING)): THE SYSTEMS OF THIS UNIVERSE, THAT YOU INHABIT AND CALL HOME ((INHALES DEEPLY))((QUITE EXTRAORDINAIRY. ((SHOWS FRED ON SCREEN, EATING A SANDWICH)) BI-PEDAL LOCOMOTION, BLOOD, SKIN, HAIR, GROOMED APPARENTLY, AND AN OUTDATED NOTION OF CULTURE, INDICATIVE OF A DISILLUSIONED MORAL STANDARD OF SOCIETY. HIS THOUGHTS, DREAMS ARE MANY, MUCH LIKE OTHERS, ALL BECAUSE OF A CIRCUIT ((CHUCKLES)) A CIRCUIT THEY ALL REPEAT, AND MOST WITHOUT THEIR KNOWLEDGE OR CONSENT. THROUGH LIFETIMES PAST, AND FORGOTTEN, ((CLOSES IN)) I FEED, AND I ABSORB IN EVERY MOMENT, OF EVERY GRANDEUR DASHED, OF EVERY MINUTE SQUANDERED ((CLOSE SHOT PANS AROUND)) OF EVERY SECOND BLOWN I AM THERE, TO SEEP, AND WADE, AND GROW ((EXPANDING PAST THE SPECTRAL NINJAS, STILL HYPNOTIZED)). WHAT BEGAN AS ONE HANDSHAKE TO THIS MAN IN A DREAM((SHOW MEMORY OF FRED, BAD DREAM)) ((CLOSE IN)) SPAWNED A MEMORY OF AGONY, THAT I FEED FROM. THIRST FOR. AND THEY REPEAT THIS RESTAURANT OUT OF SPITE, UNKNOWING AND UNWITTING, TO ACCEPT, THAT THEY ARE MERELY BLIPPED AWAY, ONLY TO BEGIN AGAIN, ANEW, ((CHUCKLES)) BUT NOT. ((SEEPS AROUND NINJAS)) THESE BEINGS, ONCE DEFENDERS, INCAPABLE TO PREVENT MY CAPTURE, SHALL BE YOUR FATES AS WELL. I AM CONNECTED TO ALL!!! ((QUAKING))((CLOSE UP))

ZEUS ((TOE FURIOUS, YET STERN)): NOT TO ME ((ANGRY LEGAL TEAM ASSEMBLES))

Hades: ((cuts in)) I think we've met. Universal Law? ((flashes fire card))

J.O.S: I PRE-DATE LAW!!!!! ((SHUDDERING, SPECTRAL NINJA FALLS SLIGHTLY OUT OF PLACE, TRIES TO REMAIN RIGID))

Hades: ((cut back)) Not wit' chore eego

ZEUS: ((TOE, FURY BUILDING)) This is a TRAVESTY TO MAN AND BEING ALIKE. SUCH GROTESQUE VILLAINY SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN KNOWN AND I—

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COMMERCIAL BREAK! COMMERCIAL BREAK!

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((POSH ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING IN BACKGROUND))

ANNOUNCER ((UTTERLY DIGNIFIED AND SNOOTY)): It's time for the finer things in life, like a step away from sharing the same realm as other corporeal beings that cause you harm, to smell and to look at. Why can't everyone be as beautiful as you are? Well, perhaps not. But why can't everyone have a Mercedes or a Ferrari for every hour of the day? Why must other beings be so, Poor? ((Rich person, sitting in bubble house, sighing, looking down on the planet from miles up, Jetsons style))

ANNOUNCER: Well, now from the creators at Reality Control, and the makers of Total 'Em, comes The Fine Dining Experience at, the Restaurant. Be part of the better people, who know that the rest of their species is scum, because they said so. Be a part of a wonderful existence, as we offer fine dining, while belittling complete strangers in an atmosphere that's clean and gentrified. Have your Butler's Butler, or your Maid's Chauffuer call and wait for hours on hold, for a table. Hurry, before all the tables are full, again!

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((CUT BACK))

Norm: ((close up)) Not that posh.

Klingon #2: ((next to him, Battlathe Bass in hand)) I know right? Tablecloths?

ZEUS ((TOE)): ENOUGH OF THE MOMENTARY DIVERSIONS!

J.O.S.: If not for such, this race would have died long ago. Gaze upon your elite of old, and new. See their gamble was one of supreme indifference, and utter boredom. ((show footage from before, various people hurting, suffering)) They, laugh and cry, on cue and on scene, at the blink of my own memories of suffering, personified! ((Pan shot)) Oh their souls are mine to take! ((blips))((sad scene from laughter previous))((banquet hall starts bawling)) You see, how no matter what, they suffer at my will, the will of their own misdeeds and their mockery, replayed endlessly. Their turmoil, is my trough, they dine at the expense of their own beings, and I dine on, and on, ceaselessly. Endlessly, a bounty worthy, of Kings old!

KKKGUY ((holding unlit torch)): YOU'RE HORRIBLE! ((lighting torch))

Hitler: ((Befuddled and upset))((In German)) I should have been a cartoonist! ((head in hands)) This never would have happened!

J.O.S.: This always does ((as mass tries to get closer to move in, bad and good))((J.O.S. Shocks the Spectral Ninjas in a circle, begin to rise))((static rings begin to break, and only spectral light is coming from the Jewel of Suffering))((Static Cat and Mouse defense, shrugs in a chain and blips off))((Close shot of Spectral Ninjas, still hypnotized)) Their own abilities, so simple now to taint.((Spectral Ninja Vision: Talky Talky Kill 'Em All!))((Bouncing head back and forth, words imprinted))((Spectral Ninjas nod, about to move into the group of good and bad, who begin to leer back)) ((SUDDENLY!))

((WHISLTE BLOWS))((WHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE))((Everyone freezes))((multiple shots of perspective throughout the shrill whistle))((Shot settles in on a group of lawyers, the other lawyers, the bad lawyers.))((One of whom, is Whistler, because he carries a whistle instead of objecting, like normal lawyers.))((They quickly assemble around in front of the Jewel of Suffering, who seems to be taken aback, as well as his hypnotized Spectral Ninjas))((One bad lawyer, is a vampire, the other completely drunk and showing such, and the two others part of Whistler's entourage, one carries his briefcase ((his other lawyer)), the other, his whistle))((Whistler continues to whistle, until he hands said whistle to his counterpart behind))

Whistler: On behalf of this being, I'm confronting this angry mass, pitchforks and torches ((glares at KKK guy, who puts lit torch behind back)) withstanding ((unglares, and straightens up))that even the most diabolical villainy deserves legal representation!

PSYFRED: WHAT?!?! ((CHARGING UP))

Blorg: You have no standards! ((pointing angrily))

Whistler: We're bad lawyers. We were in the bad wing ((DrunkenLawyer falling over, retaining balance))((Vampire picking teeth)). We were also late. ((close up on Whistler)) So, we're bad lawyers. Ok?

Blorg: ((glaring))

LegalWolf: ((howls)) We demand Justice! ((LawWolf and Legal pack surround Mithra in defense, howling))

LawyerBird: ((closeup))((melodic))((each syllable a note)) Wing 'em!

((Whistler, instantly looks concerned, and reached for his lackey on his left side, holding his brief case, and puts him in front of him))((Briefcase is handcuffed to Whistler, but the other guy has to carry))((Briefcase talks))

Briefcase: I'm Briefcase, my lawyer's lawyer!

PSYFRED: ((INSTA-PISSED))((100%))YOU WANT THE BRIEFS?! ((STARTS RIPPING OFF ELECTRIC UNDERWEAR UNDERNEATH OF HIS ROBE, ONE MISSING, AND TWO OTHERS STRIKING WHISTLER'S LACKEYS UNCONSCIOUS AND ELECTRIFIED))((WHISTLER RUNS OFF CAMERA, DRAGGING BRIEFCASE BEHIND HIM WHO IS SPEWING PAPERS AT PSYFRED WHO IS IN PURSUIT WITH ELECTRIC UNDERWEAR AMMOUNITION))

ZEUS: ((FOOT))((KICKS DRUNKENLAWYER OUT OF VIEW))((SPEWS VOMIT AS HE FLIES)) DISBARRED!

((J.O.S. SHOT))((SHOWS GLOBUAL GO PAST SPECTRAL NINJAS, NOW MOVING FORWARD, CHARGING))((SHOWS ENERGY PULSING INTO THE AUDIENCE, SOME SAD, SOME ANGRY, GETTING MIXED UP, AND START FIGHTING EACHOTHER, AND ANYONE ELSE AROUND GOOD OR BAD))

Spectral Ninja: ((sees friends charging, at him, and at the group))((Divides into five parts again, with channeling from eyes, massive spectral display))((Spectral Ninja view: changes bouncing angry head with Talky Talky Kill 'Em All! To MeowMix MeowMix, Webby, Webby, BWAH, BWAH, BWAH ((spectral code, familiar to all Spectral Ninjas in the form of a cartoon broadcast))((Dancing cat face and head, with spider dancing on top, with a catfish ((fishsucker aka Representatives of BWAH))((Norm says Pleckoes, but BWAH is pretty wonderful))((Spectral Ninjas, soothed, immediately calmer and happier))

((CHAOS ENSUING AROUND AS BAD FIGHTS GOOD, GOOD FIGHTS THE MAD, BAD SLAPS THE SAD, JUST MEAN STUFF)) ((ZEUS THROWING BOOK AT BAD))((CRAZY FRED IN CORNER, SCREAMING "EIGHT TIMES!"))

((A BUNCH OF THE MAD PATRONS RUN AT MITHRA, WHO IMMEDIATELY THROWS THEY INTO A WEB, WITH PSYFRED RUNNING BY CHASING BRIEFCASE WITH ELECTRIC BRIEFS, WHO IS NOW DRAGGING WHISLTER BY THE HANDCUFF))((BRIEFCASE THROWS UP PAPERS BACKWARDS, WHISTLER THROWS PENS AND BREATH MINTS))((CUT TO SCREEN THAT PSYFRED AND BRIEFCASE PASS, SHOWING ETHEREAL PRODUCERS BEING CHASED BY A LARGE MOB UP THE HALLWAY))((CUT TO NEXT CAMERA, THE MOB CONTINUES TO THE BANQUET HALL))((CHAOS IN BACKGROUND, BREAKING OF TABLES AND CHINA, AND GLASS))((LOUD BLASTER NOISES))((CUT TO SAD PERSON PASSING THE SCREEN WITH THE MOB APPROACHING, BEING CARRIED UPSIDE-DOWN BY A PTERODACTYL.))((FOLLOWS AND CAMERA SPINS TO THE LEFT, THEN TO THE RIGHT AROUND SOME TABLES, TO REVEAL MATILDA TERENSTRY DEFENDING THE DOORWAY NEAR A CORNER WITH KOMMBOTS AGAINST SUFFERING WITH SHIELDING ((PTEKK TECHNOLOGY)), WITH MITHRA RIGHT NEXT TO THE DOOR, WEBBING THE PATRONS BOTH MAD AND SAD OUT OF HARM INTO A GIANT WEB BALL))((FRED IS RIGHT NEARBY, FIRING FROM HIS FINGERTIP SCREAMING (("THE MARIGOLDS DO NOTHING!"))((SLIDES TO HADES, TALKING AMIDST THE CHAOS WITH VAMPIRE ESQUIRE))

Hades: ((to Vampire Esquire)) So whaddya gettin' paid deez dayz? ((chaos in background))((Spectral Ninjas beaming light at Suffering, and some pulling away Bad that had been entangled by the pulsing off to the side))((tables breaking, glass shattering))

Vampire Esquire: ((Texan Accent)) Oh you know, lifeforce, the usual ((chair flies into shot, promptly gets up and runs back into the fray.))

Hades: Eh! ((waves hand disapprovingly))((flames off hands))

((Hades, facing forward, extreme close up, with door in the background over his right shoulder))((Zooms into view of the door opening, with SpiderGuard and KommBots beating back protestors and angry fans, having cut off the mass of angry pissed off concert goers.))((Restaurant Security has clearly been removed from the equation, as the only remaining security are KommBots and SpiderGuard.))

SpiderGuard: ((humble)) Web webby web web ((Sorry for the intrusion folks!))((pauses))((surprised look at Mithra, brief exchange, Mithra pointing at J.O.S., with Matilda Terenstry doing the same for the Security KommBots))

((Slide cut to pretty much all remaining forces that were not webbed or unconscious, good, bad, all angry and shooting and beating J.O.S. back))((All run further in, as the Jewel of Suffering ((J.O.S.)) shrinks further and further down))((As this happens, more and more victims and prisoners from within are spewed out))((Two certain cats from a Legend involving the Jewel of Suffering))((A white whale))((Two titans ((Greco Star People)) ))((a warlock, with two large ram horns))((two people from a Dream crew))((two space pirates, their space gold ((purple)) falling everywhere, with both immediately wrestling over it))((A dragon, surprised))((A dodo))((two female wizards, who instantly are disgusted by each other, folding arms in discontent))((a Unicorn))((a little green person, pixilated))((a coconut))((finally, the Jewel of Suffering was reduced to a small speck on the floor of the banquet hall, until inflating slightly to reveal a small jewel, a diamond shaped prism))((Within, is a small goblin))

((Spectral Ninjas flanking and dividing around, very pissed))((KommBots and SpiderGuard looming over from behind))((Matilda pushing into view past the KommBots with Mithra elevated overhead, carrying Fred and Norm on her back))((Forces aligned all amassing around))((Band peering out from behind an overturned table, including Tents with I.S.S. in hold, who looks confused, as webs of writhing mad and sad patrons are still clamoring and making noise))

I.S.S.: What's that sound? ((close up, freaks out)) We were supposed to play!

((CUT TO: Looming shot of Spectral Ninjas, KommBots, SpiderGuard all rigid, infuriated))((Whole mass of pissed off beings, looming over the small prism, pulsing in static, and appearing to be misfiring.))((Goblin within, begins to speak.))

Goblin: ((high pitched voice)) Ok, just wait ((big shadow overhead))((ZEUS'S UNIVERSAL LAW BOOK, FALLING FROM OVERHEAD, THUNDERING DOWN))

Goblin: ((smooshed, muffled voice))((higher pitch)) Seriously...wait a minute.

((PSYFRED RUNS INTO THE SHOT, FURIOUS))((RUNNING AND TRIPPING TO REACH THE TOP OF THE COVER, WHICH IS TALLER THAN HIM, AND CLIMBING AND SCREAMING THE ENTIRE TIME))((BEGINS TO THROW PAGES OFF THE TOP OF THE BOOK, EACH ARE HEAVY))((THROWING PAGES UP INTO THE AIR, BEING SMOTHERED UNDER THEM, STILL SPAZZING OUT AND THROWING THE PAGES ACROSS))((ZOOM IN BOTTOM LEFT OF THE BOOK TO THE BLUEWIZARD ENTERING THE SHOT, THROUGH THE CROWD, PEERING UNDER THE BOOK))

ZEUS: ((TOE STOMPING)) WHO ARE YOU? I HAVE ANOTHER BOOK YOU KNOW. ((LARGE PHONE BOOK ((YELLOW COVER)) PAGES FLAP DOWN, ZEUS HOLDING BOOK IN HALF))

BlueWizard: ((shocked, sensitive already)) I'm a Blue Wizard! See? ((water flows from wrists))((sad face))

ZEUS: ((TOE FURIOUS)) YOU! ((at Goblin under book))

Goblin ((under book still))((muffled, high pitched voice)): I'm trapped, and er, not just under this book, but in this cage.

ZEUS: I ASKED WHO!

PSYFRED: ((CLOSE UP)) WHOOOOOO?!?!?! ((SHOWS WHO, OWL CARTOON ON A DUST SCREEN RIGHT AFTER PSYFRED SPEAKS))((PSYFRED GLARES, BITES LIP, FREAKS, AND LEAPS AT THE DUST SCREEN AS THE SHOT CHANGES))

Goblin: ((muffled, high pitched voice)) I'm Fear ok?

Fred: ((on Mithra's back)) You're not that scary under that book! ((Mithra turns with an angry glare)) Sorry ((apologetic face)).

((CUT TO: THE FIVE GENTLEMEN, KNOWN AS THE TOBBACONISTS, CRAZY LIL' FRED VENTRESCA'S BODYGUARDS. THE FIVE ALL REACT IN UNISON, REALIZING THEIR CARGO IS NOT RIGHT THERE))

5: ((in unison)) THE KID! ((The five run off through the irate mob, and out of the scene))

FearGoblin: ((muffled))((high pitched voice))((still under book)) Look, I got trapped here a long time ago, ok?

ZEUS: ((TOE)) TALK!

LawyerBird: ((melodic))((each syllable a note)) Chirp! ((pissed off face))

FearGoblin: ((muffled, under book still))((high pitched voice)) Alright, a long time ago, back when the system worked we could come and go as we pleased. Simple refraction through transposition. You see—

ZEUS: ((TOE)) WE KNOW

FearGoblin: ((muffled, under book still))((high pitched voice)) Oh, well could I get some visuals here? ((Spectral Ninja, walks up, touches book, points at Dust Screen and what's shown is the memories of the FearGoblin)) Thanks, so I was sent here to start a game show, you know, tense moments and such.((show footage)) Well, there was this TV show, from this one reality, reall big money, except they changed the dynamic I guess. Sweeps or something. Anyway, it's like they put us on repeat, just to mess with these people. I mean it's like I've done this thousands of times! They just keep dumping negativity and other crap here! ((looks exchanged by Fred and Norm, freaked out)).

Crazy Fred: ((in the distance)) Eight times!

((Cut back to Book on top of Fear Goblin, LawyerBird landing on top of the open pages, pecking))

FearGoblin: So, I'm stuck in here, they keep dumping in bad stuff ((zooms into book)) and I've gotta make a show out of that? I mean complete garbage! Who wants to be that scared anyway? ((zooms deeper down into book, showing spectral prism, with smaller goblin within, buttons malfunctioning, exit sign blinking YES and NO, but YES is broken and static))I'm trying to get out of here! I haven't been paid in 4 hectons ((checking watch))((spazzing)) And there's no food or bathroom!

Matilda: ((close up, in front of KommBots, looking downward)) Who pays you? ((mob in the background, rumbling))

FearGoblin ((book shot))((muffled, high pitched voice)) They're from Fear! You know, the planet in the Fearverse? I work there. They dump negativity, and steal good vibes and ideas. Good strategy if you're willing. They also like sodomizing people, or whatever that means.

Fred: ((on Mithra's back)) Eww!

Norm: ((on Mithra's back, same shot)) What? ((Similar shot of ZEUS'S TOE CRINGING))((Hades making a 'Bleah' face))

I.S.S.: ((close up of overturned table))((I.S.S. barfing)) Eww, yeah sorry. Breakfast. ((Tents shaking head))

Blorg: ((close up)) That's it, I'm trying Jesus again. ((pulls out LedgerPhone))

LawyerBird: ((still on top of book pages))((melodic))((each syllable a note)) I'm calling Nature! ((begins pecking at phone))

FearGoblin((muffled, high pitched voice))((still under book))((same shot as LawyerBird)) Look, I'm not for a lot of preaching, but— ((shadow looms over, LawyerBird leaps out of the way with phone))

ZEUS: ((FOOT, STOMPING ON TOP OF BOOK))

FearGoblin: ((even more muffled, higher pitch, breathless)) Can I just get paid?

ZEUS: ((FOOT TALKING ON TOP OF BOOK))((SAME SHOT)) I'M NOT YOUR EMPLOYER!

Hades: ((slides into shot, next to Blue Wizard, peering under book)) Me neida actually, you union? ((looking under book, sliding flaming card))

FearGoblin: No! ((same shot)) That's the worst part! We're underpaid! I know I am! And the universe we're from just steals anyway! Every, any and all, and they just give fear in return!

((BOOK THUDS AND SHAKES UNDER ZEUS'S FOOT))((HADES REACTING BY STEPPING BACK SLIGHTLY))

ZEUS: WHAT?!?!

Blorg: What?! ((frazzled))

Briefcase: ((at Blorg's feet))((an unconscious, yet still shackled Whistler, right behind)) WHAT?! ((spewing papers))

Vampire Esquire((close up)):((donning bib))((licking chops))

ZEUS: WHERE?! ((FOOT STILL ON BOOK))((PHONE BOOK DANGLING AT SIDE))

Blorg: Where! ((angry))

LawWolf: ((barks)) SPEAK! ((LegalWolf and the rest of the pack growling))

FearGoblin: ((muffled, high pitched voice))((still under book, overhead shot)) Fear! Ok? Fear! That's the planet! I thought I mentioned that or maybe it's this book on my head))

((THE BOOK LIFTS FROM THE TOP OF THE FEAR GOBLIN, REVEALING THE SAME GOBLIN FROM THE SHOT BEFORE.))

FearGoblin ((same shot))((high pitched voice)) Where is this place anyway? I was supposed to go back to Fear anyway!

Fred: ((on Mithra's back)) Earf!

Klingon #2: ((pan to, near front of crowd shouldering Battlathe Bass)) Yeah, where did you think you were?

((PAUSE, GOBLIN COUNTING LETTERS, REARRANGING WORDS FROM EARF))

FearGoblin: ((high pitched voice)) Ok, I think my guidance system malfunctioned or something.

ZEUS: ((FOOT, TOE))((SHOT OF ZEUS FEET, SHOWING BOTH BOOKS DANGLING FROM EITHER HAND)) WHERE WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO MAKE THIS SHOW?

FearGoblin: ((high pitched voice))((overhead shot))((sound of un-crumpling paper)) HEART, I was supposed to go to a planet called HEART, But I got stuck in here? ((closer in)) What planet is this universe on? Or what universe is this universe in?

ZEUS: ((TOE)) THIS IS NOT HEART!

Fred: ((still on Mithra's back)) But this isn't the heart center, or anywhere near the heart. You're in the brain area ((poking own head))

FearGoblin: ((high pitched voice)) That's some other people, exploited Fear and exploited by Fear. I'm not Fear, I'm just a goblin who works for Fear! Big difference. ((close in))Besides, Fear gets to the brain from the heart anyway, just like blood!

Vampire Esquire: ((rubbing hands together))

Blorg: You're not in the heart anyway! ((expand shot to Fred))

Fred: ((still on Mithra's back)) This universe is in that guy's body ((points to coverage of Fred Ventresca smoking a cigarette)), and he's on a planet called Earth.

ZEUS: HANG ON ((HOPS A LITTLE))((GROUND SHAKES))(DRYWALL FALLS FROM CEILING)) YUP. DELPHI, NOW I REMEMBER. BEEN A WHILE.

FearGoblin: ((high pitched voice))((overhead shot))((rearranging words, letters on claws))((sighs)) I am so lost. ((head in claws, still holding crumpled paper))

ZEUS: ((FOOT AND TOE UTTERLY FURIOUS)) TAKE US TO YOUR FEARVERSE!

FearGoblin: ((high pitched voice)) That'd be fine! I just need to fix this screen right here. ((shows scrambled dust screen)) I don't know how you guys made this stuff work before, it just doesn't seem to work for me.

Hades: ((cut to shot, still beside book)) Maybe Feah's got sumthin' ta doo wit'et. ((rolls eyes))

BlueWizard: ((reaches down)) Here you go. ((Little bit of static dispersed by water, removing the bad dust which had corrupted the screen, revealing the problem))((Eight turned sideways))

FearGoblin: ((high pitched))((vocals))((still showing the eight turned sideways)) There's the problem

Blorg: Oh Gah ((claws on head over eyes and antennae))

Crazy Fred: ((off camera in distance)) Eight times!

PSYFRED: ((SCREAMING IN BLUEWIZARD'S FACE, BLUEWIZARD REACTING)) DUUUUUUUUUUUUUSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

ZEUS: ((FOOT AND TOE)) OK, WE'LL FOLLOW YOU! NO TOLL ROADS!

Blorg: ((Keys in hand)) Two cars?

ZEUS: ((FOOT CLOSE UP)) BLORG, YOU STAY HERE AND TAKE CARE OF THE PAPERWORK.

Blorg: Yes! ((cheering shot))((everyone reacting with a raised eyebrow))

Matilda: They stole patents! I'm coming with! ((Dr. Bandever nearby between KommBots, nodding in approval))

Mithra: ((flanked by LawWolf, LegalWolf, and the pack, along with irate SpiderGuards)) HSSSSSSSS! ((I WANT JUSTICE!))((LEGS IN THE AIR WITH RAGE))((NUMBEROUS WEBBY WEBS OF APPROVAL IN THE BACKGROUND))

Wizard: ((in front of a cadre of angry wizards, in various colored cloaks, including the warlock)) Magic wants justice too! ((Red female wizard speaking))((BlueWizard reacts))

BlueWizard: ((gasping)) Angela?!

Angela((Red Wizard)): Ted? ((The two long lost lovers embrace, as PsyFred stands off to the side amidst the disgruntled crowd))

PsyFred: ((shaking head))((calm, sentimental)) Kids these days. ((SUDDENLY ANOTHER PSYCHOPATHIC WIZARD WITH PSYCHOKINETIC ABILITIES RUNS UP BEHIND PSYFRED. SHE IS THE OTHER FEMALE WIZARD, WHO CLEARLY DOES NOT LIKE ANGELA THE RED WIZARD))((SHE SCREAMS CLOSE UP IN PSYFRED'S FACE IMMEDIATELY APPEARING FROM THE SIDE OF THE SHOT OF PSYFRED))

PSYWIZARD: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

PSYFRED: ((REACTING IMMEDIATELY TO HIS OWN LANGUAGE)) AHHHHHHHHHHHHH-huh? ((taken aback))

PSYWIZARD: YOU NEVER CALLED! ((ARMS WOBBLING, LIQUID IN MOTION)) YOU NEVER WERE AROUND! ((ARMS FLAILING)) AND YOU NEVER YELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLED! ((CLOSE UP, HANDS CLAWING AT EYES))

PSYFRED: AHHH-oh. ((sighs))((exasperated))((group in the background))

((Slide in shot to Blorg, around in the center of the group, surrounding, with legal teams about to depart))

Hades: ((climbing onto ZEUS'S FOOT)) Dis is great! New biznez ventchas!

Vampire Esquire: ((tapping fingertips together)) More, and more ((smiling toothily))((Begins to climb)) What about you Briefcase?

Briefcase: I'll stick around here, cause ((shows him shackled still to the unconscious Whistler, motionless)) I'm stuck to this guy.

((FearGoblin begins to take off, and blinks through the natural electron pathways as magic always has, and also ZEUS simply walked through with about half the ceiling before merging into the pathway as well.))((The Good, and the Bad still aware, wanted revenge, and followed them in))((The Bad Lawyers left as well, knowing a good opportunity regardless of what was required, except for the BeerBarrister, who was still unconscious in the corner after a solid kick, ZEUS STYLE!))

Mithra: HSSSSSS hss HSSSS ((I am going as well, please depart on the left side))((Norm and Fred slide down Mithra's leg, as Matilda Terenstry and KommBots climb aboard))

Matilda: Off to sue Fear! Have fun, we'll be back!

((Mithra and Matilda Terenstry, SpiderGuard and KommBots all funnel through the pathway, as Fred stands waving goodbye))((The Legal Pack, and many of those fighting pile through the pathway too))

Norm: She's cool.

Fred: ((standing among throngs of fans, concert goers after all the good and the bad left to fight in the Fearverse)) I guess we're all ok?

Norm: ((scratches beard)) Feels like something's missing ((looking at beard, sigh of relief))

I.S.S.: ((close up))((pause))((gasp)) THE SHOW!

((I.S.S. & THE QUANTUM REALITIES BEGIN TO PLAY ATOP A TABLE IN THE BANQUET HALL))((BAND READY))

I.S.S.: Here's one I know all too well! ((Tents sighing))((crowd cheering))

Tents: ((close up)) Mrf murp ((Beats Grad school))

((BAND BEGINS TO PLAY "BOSTON" – DON'T LOOK BACK))

((MUSIC PLAYING))((PEOPLE DANCING, INCLUDING IN THE WEB SACKS, WHICH THE SPECTRAL NINJAS BEGIN TO UNWRAP WITH SPECTRAL SIGHT))((ALL THE MAD AND SAD GET GLAD, AND START DANCING))((LAWYERBIRD PECKS AT PHONE TO NIGHTENGALE'S PHONE))((HEARS HER RINGTONE, AND SEES HER))((THE TWO LAUGH FROM ACROSS THE ROOM AND TALK OVER THEIR PHONES))((BLORG AND BRIEFCASE, STANDING AMIDST THE DANCING AND MUSIC, COMPLETELY OUT OF PLACE))

Blorg: ((looking at Briefcase)) So, work?

Briefcase: ((paper tongue lisp))((still latched to unconscious Whistler))((people dancing all around)) Speaking my language!

((Just then, Blorg's Ledger Phone starts to ring))((Blorg reaches and opens, and Jesus zaps out))

Jesus: ((flustered)) Hey I'm sorry, I had to appear in a – ((literally runs out of phone zap into crowd)) What the? ((looks around and sees Blorg))

Blorg: ((waves)) Hey J, I think we won.

Jesus: ((about to be proud and say yes, enthusiastically, stops himself)) Was anyone too judgmental? ((sheepish))

Briefcase: ((paper lisp)) Verdict was good. ((Jesus pause shot)) I'm Briefcase, my lawyer's lawyer ((motioning with chain noise to unconscious Whistler)) He's fine.

Jesus: ((scratches head)) Ok...well where are we?

Blorg: A human's body, on a world called Earf. You see—

Jesus: ((snaps fingers)) Metaphysics, got it. ((Evil Jesus veers out from behind Jesus.))

Evil Jesus: And I get it too! ((grinning))

Jesus: ((flustered))((sighing)) Why! Why must you follow me wherever I go?

Evil Jesus: ((razzes)) Like I was never part of you anyway. ((Hugs Jesus, arm over his shoulder, Jesus uncomfortable)) Besides, nice looking party! ((expand shot)) Quit being so judgmental! ((Evil Jesus runs off into crowd))((Blorg and Briefcase shrug, join in the party))

((ENDING CREDITS BEGIN TO ROLL))((MUSIC CONTINUES))

((VARIOUS SHOTS OF PEOPLE, BEINGS, CATPEOPLE, ETHEREALS, CONCERT-GOERS, THE GLAD ((STILL WEARING PAPER WHITE MASKS OF EVIL, THOUGH NOBODY SEEMS TO CARE))((BLUEWIZARD DANCING HAPPILY WITH ANGELA, THE RED WIZARD))((PSYFRED AND PSYWIZARDGIRLFRIEND SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER, EMBRACING, CHEWING ON EACH OTHER, THEN SCREAMING AGAIN IN EACH OTHERS' FACES))((MUSIC CONTINUES WHILE UNIVERSAL LAW STREAMS ACROSS OUT OF FRED'S OUTER HEAD, THROUGH THE ROOF OF HIS TRUCK AND INTO THE NIGHT SKY))((OUT BEYOND THE EARTH AND SATELLITES, INCLUDING A PULSING INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION ((WHICH DOESN'T SEEM TO NOTICE)), IN A BEAM OF BLUE AND WHITE LIGHT, WITH MANY STREAMS OF COLORS FOLLOWING, LEAVING A RAINBOW IN THEIR WAKE))((SHOTS OF VARIOUS SHIPS IN THE PARKING LOT, OFFERING RIDES TO ONE ANOTHER, INCLUDING BLUEWIZARD AND THE RED WIZARD, ESCAPING HAND IN HAND IN TWO JOINED BUBBLES))((PSYFRED AND PSYWIZARDGIRLFRIEND SCREAMING AT ONE ANOTHER, TO FORM A SCREECHING SHITBRICK THAT CAREENS OUT OF THE PARKING LOT AND FRED'S BODY THROUGH TRANSPOSITION, ALL LEAVING IN BRILLIANT BLUE FLASHES OF LIGHT.))((CRAZY FRED DANCING SHOT))((ACOLYTE FRED TWIRLING TORCH))((PALADIN FRED DANCING, BUT TRYING TO IMPERSONATE THE MOVES OF DIGGIT, ALA SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER ((HUMAN PALADIN MOVES FROM WORLD OF WARCRAFT)) )), ((FIVE GENTLEMEN RUNNING INTO THE SURVEILLANCE ROOM, BREATHING A SIGH OF RELIEF AT FINDING C.L.F., WHO MERRILY ENGAGES THE LIGHT EFFECTS IN THE BANQUET HALL, ADDING TO THE AMBIENCE AND COOLNESS ((NATURALLY)) ))((SHOWS BLORG ON TAMBOURINE, WITH LION LADY NEWSCASTER ON XYLAPHONE WITH HER MICROPHONES))((BANDS KEEP PLAYING, AS THERE ARE SHOTS OF VARIOUS OTHER BEINGS DANCING, INTERCUT WITH SCENES OF CATPEOPLE FROM THE JEWEL OF SUFFERING BOARDING A RAINBOW SHIP, AND A CERTAIN SPACE PIRATE BEING CHASED TO HIS SHIP, CLUTCHING SPACE GOLD, WITH HIS RIVAL CHASING AFTER ANGRILY))((SPECTRAL NINJAS FOCUSING LIGHT IN SPECTRUMS AROUND THE ROOM, ADDING TO THE LIGHT EFFECTS FOR THE BAND))((TWO TITANS DANCING, CERTAIN CREW SHOT DOING THE ROBOT MOVES ((DREAM CREW)) )) ((MANY INTERCUT SCENES WITH DEPARTING ETHEREALS))((SHANKARA FREED DURING THE CHAOS OF THE RESTAURANT, AND LIBERATED, AND WAVING GOODBYE, BURSTS INTO A SHOOTING STAR, WITH OTHER EXTRA-SOLAR LIFE, BY MANY, ANY, AND ALL MEANS, DEPARTING FREELY AND HAPPILY))

((SHOWS I.S.S. AND THE Q.R. SITTING AROUND THE BANQUET HALL, AS THE MUSIC AND CREDITS END))((BLORG AND BRIEFCASE WITH JESUS, DOING PAPERWORK.))((EVIL JESUS PICKING UP A PLATE, AND GOING TOWARDS THE BUFFET, BUT STOPPING TO LIFT WHISTLER'S WALLET))

I.S.S.: That was ((close in)) Fabulous.

Tents: Murf mur mur murrr ((Probably the best time we've played this venue))

Gorn: Probably the last. ((shaking head))

Klingon #2: ((sighs)) No more gigs I guess ((cheers up)) Back to piracy I guess!

Gorn: True! ((smiling))

I.S.S.: ((close up)) Nah guys, remember? Don't look back?

Gorn: Yeah, so?

I.S.S.: ((closing in)) So don't make the same mistake I did!

((Klingon #2 and Gorn laugh))((Gorn throws a napkin))((Tents sighing))

Tents: Murp mur ((Everytime with this guy)) ((tentacle to brow))

((BAND LAUGHING AS THE SHOT SLIDES OVER TO ANOTHER TABLE NEARBY, BLORG AND BRIEFCASE WITH JESUS, DOING PAPERWORK.))((EVIL JESUS PICKING UP A PLATE, AND GOING TOWARDS THE BUFFET, BUT STOPPING TO LIFT WHISTLER'S WALLET))

Blorg: ((close up, over the shoulder of Jesus)) Pretty easy to do paperwork with you Jesus.

Jesus: ((close up)) This case is ludicrous! ((looking at papers))

Evil Jesus: ((pans back)) Yeah, and somebody overturned the buffet table. ((holding empty plate, folding Whistler's wallet into robe pocket))((

Jesus: ((angry)) Seriously?! Denying metaphysical consciousness? Wishing away Gods?

Evil Jesus: ((sitting down)) Devious even by my standards, but I'd still defend 'em. ((Briefcase desperately attempting to eat shrimp puffs off plate, only to be snagged with a fork by Evil Jesus))((Briefcase is hurt, with Evil Jesus smiling)) Peace be with you!

Jesus: ((pissed))

Blorg((slide cut to)): I wonder how Universal Law is doing with the case. ((flips out Ledger Phone))

((CUT TO: PLANET FEAR, WITHIN THE FEARVERSE))((SECURITY GUARD LOOKING AT MONITORS, BEGINS TO SEE DOTS ON THE RADAR. ONE, THEN TWO, THEN FIFTY, THEN HUNDREDS))((EXPRESSION CHANGES AS RADIO CLICKS ON))

FearGoblin: ((over intercom)) Hi, Reality Control? This is 22, I got lost, found some lawyers, and now, I want my back pay! ((close up on speaker, shaking))

((SECURITY GUARD EXPRESSION CHANGES))((PICKS UP PHONE, AS MORE BLIPS APPEAR ON THE RADAR))

Guard: ((waiting))((voice on other end)) Yeah, this is Base 2. I think we need legal. ((eyes roll to ceiling as shadow looms over))((hangs up phone, lip quivering))

MEANWHILE:

Bleary-eyed-fan: ((close up)) Look, I've been told I'm too patient, and I've been told I'm too kind. I just wanted to know what was going on, and nobody is talking. ((closer in)) I've tried being the good guy, and I've become worse because of it. And I just wanna know man, all I wanna know, is do you guys, have hummus? ((Looking to where the Wrap Master RV was parked, completely barren parking lot))((pans out)) Fine. Fine alright? Fine.

((turns around))

EVIL PIXIE: WE MANIPULATED YOU!

Bleary-eyed-fan: I know right? They said they had hummus. Hey, wait—((turns back to where Wrap Master was parked)) Do you guys, like, see this Pixie flying right here?

THE END!

