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N. O. R. E. “Nothin’” plays.

“I can turn trees into real dogs.” says the huge group of evil Illuminati members.

The song plays.

“Did the black Uncle Toms kill Princess Diana by betraying Dodi Fayed?” asks Lacey. “On behalf of John Fitzgerald Kennedy Junior and his sick worthless ass?” Lacey thinks. “Is that why they killed that blowhead scum and his possibly tragic wife.”

“What?” asks Egypt of Lacey.

“Yeah. Isn’t this about that?” asks Lacey.

“Oh. No. See…you hear the Egyptian soul.” says Noreaga.

“Yes.” says Lacey. “That’s real.”

“Except it’s from 2002?” says Bobby Junior.

“Okay. So…you killed your cousin? Or you killed him because he’s a snitch?” asks Joe Lacey.

“I hear you.” says Noreaga to Lacey.

“So…you all think you’re being real smart…or you’re falling apart because you’re all just pathetic, convoluted narcissists?” says Lacey. “You complained about me using your song. The problem is…it’s cultural appropriation on your part already.”

“But the beat is mine!” he says.

“No. It’s Egypt. Not you. You’re pathetic to claim that.” says Lacey. “Be smart and take Egypt out of your song and make it anything and we’ll see. Okay?”

“It’s pathetic how you pretend to be a genuinely rightfully offended real artist.” says George Floyd to Noreaga.

They listen to the song.

“Yeah. You let Egypt lead you. YOU LET EGYPT LEAD YOU. And is that out of respect…or jealous hatred?” asks Lacey. “Are you half Spanish and you’re a farm working little evil peasant piece of conquistador shit thinking he Egyptian? Thinking the Spanish won? Thinking that they make Egypt look like dust? You’re a worthless artist…so I’ll take the song back. It’s so Egypt you’re just our clown. …If that’s true…thanks for explaining…so nicely.”

“I OWN you. If you’re SPANISH.” explains Elliott Roosevelt. “See…you don’t understand. They’re humiliating you. Why?”

Rock The Bells by LL Cool J plays.

“N. O. R. E. sounds like that. Without Egypt. And don’t lie. It’s EGYPT.” says Michael Rockefeller.

“Actually, I think at best it sounds like that song. That sounds to me like Africa. I hear Africa in the background, the children playing happily with each other, and the men taking care of things and running things. Things being functional and happy. That song to me is Africa. It’s also incredibly artistically brilliant.

If you hate me for using your song I’d like to know why but don’t talk to me like I’m some stupid white cracker bitch you fucker.” says Lacey to Noreaga.

“When I hear that, I hear her sounding like a white cracker bitch because you’re a populist like us. I exercise and fuck to your music. It’s great.

I listen to your music. I’m not a fake intellectual poser like her. I’m REAL ELITE.

In my head, that’s exactly what she sounds like though. A white cracker.” says Cheryl Hines who’s picking out her First Lady clothes because she’s “feeling fancy.”

“I was talking to Noreaga. Ahh…before this conversation started with my husband, and we were talking about things that matter to black people-“ says Bobby referring to his family with his cadence and attitude. He psychically poses his dick to look like Bobby’s. Because he imagines his poppa had a HUGE dick with ENORMOUS balls. He very slightly hides his dick because he feels…humble.

“My husband is running for US President.” says Cheryl giggling like a ditz. “And he cares about everyone! I just wanted to say that I relate to Lacey because I’m kind of a white trash bitch too.” she says sincerely. “I grew up without nannies and all the rich kid stuff my husband had. Look. It’s easy. She’s not a millionaire. And it’s easy. You either have the lifestyle or you don’t. So…yes. Bill Gates’s grandkids will be peasants too. Okay! Big deal. It’s fine being white trash and inferior. Because it’s about the moneys. Okay? You gotta keep it simple stupid. …I’m also in love with Bobby just like she is. But I’m HAWT!!!!!!” she says looking like she’s going to have a lethal seizure.

“You have weird shaped boobs. They look deflated. Or cut off.” says Lacey. “And your HUGE, buffoon-white-person shaped ugly mouth combined with your profoundly conceited eyes speaks to me of your vanity and stupidity.” Lacey thinks. “You’re a short girl aren’t you? Perky and zesty? I bet you cheer? You’re like a weird creature from some…creepy place in Germany?” And at that Lacey feels like vomiting. She’s not jealous.

“Oh! That’s too painful. Because then I’m insane.” Cheryl thinks in her head. So she sinks back into her narcissism. “I think she’s just in love with Bobby and is feeling jealous. Yup! Yup! That’s it!” she says. “She runs off.” she laughs. Nervously, “Lacey runs off! And at that Lacey runs off! …I just embarrassed her.”

Bobby laughs. “Yup. Ladies like me.”

Cheryl laughs. “They lick you.”

Bobby laughs.

“They lick you?!?” asks a white Boomer, trying to join in on their conversation to be genuinely loving. He doesn’t seem to see through them though.

“Yeah! They lick him.” says Cheryl, relaxing.

“Wow! Bobby! That’s-“ says the Boomer laughing.

A female Boomer joins them. Laughs.

“See. You all are my friends.” the two possibly more normal Boomers think in their heads.

Bobby hates their belief that they’re all genuinely friends. But he forces himself to enjoy it. It’s like a vomit and cringe inducing tonic to him. But wincing in misery he forces himself to get along genuinely with all of these people to be powerful, successful and “healthy.” He momentarily enjoys it here and there.

“Meanwhile back in reality. Do you hear Africa in that song, Noreaga or not? If you don’t then you’re not really as artistic or intellectual as you pretend to be potentially, and at the very least you’re not necessarily all that intellectual, and perhaps, maybe instead of treating Lacey like she’s an idiot…you should have more respect as much as you’re faking it? Or do you actually have it right now? I can’t even tell!

Does Bobby know that Africa is in 1980’s rap music? Or that they started adding Egypt and India to rap music due to racial oppression and racial poverty? Or not? …Lacey knows that you’re trying to make her seem stupid because you’re horribly intimidated so we’ll just have to ignore you and go for it and embarrass the Kennedys and all the other white trash morons who think they’re leading the Illuminati.” says Michael Rockefeller.

“So you’re like a musicologist?” asks Noreaga of Lacey.

“To be honestly honest with you- Is that relatable to talk in the right way for you? Be careful. It’s not reverse racism that you’re delving into sweetie. You’re acting like a Spanish bitch. I have a very hard time with Spanish people. They hate me and I would just like to say to Dr. Moritz: If the Spanish can let go of it then we’ll let go of our victory? OK bitch? Same thing to you and your fucking country.” says Lacey. “See…I don’t want to claim to be a musicologist. Because it’s wrong. I’m not. But…it’s dangerous to assume I’m not.”

“So it’s a good song?” asks Noreaga.

“It’s brilliant. If you’re willing to give credit to Egypt.” says Lacey.

“Why you calling on Egypt?” asks a black Christian man.

“All of Africa did.” says Lacey. “You don’t think Egypt is important to African politics?”

“Okay. But we worship Jesus now.” says the black man.

“Did you in Africa or did we help you?” asks Lacey. “It’s dicey isn’t it? You’d have to hope you all didn’t just go to Hell before we…the WHITE SAVIORS RESCUED your subhuman asses.” says Lacey. “I’m white. So white. I’m white.”

“Why…are some Egyptians in Heaven?” asks the Christian black man.

“Ask God.” says Lacey. “He isn’t a mean God. He’s just God. Can narcissists understand that?”

BILLIE EILISH by Armani White plays.

Terrified they’re being caught Cheryl considers suicide. “I’m not killing myself unless if it’s for evil. I sold my soul to Satan years ago.”

“Yeah. I’m aware.” says Lem. “That’s when it got litterally far more difficult to kill you.” he says to Bobby.

“When was that?” asks Lacey.

You Go To My Head by Chet Baker plays.

Lem laughs.

“See! She’s nuts. She’s in love with my husband. Because she’s aware that Lem is gay.” says Cheryl Hines.

“When?” Lem says to Lacey choosing to ignore Cheryl because there’s too much stupidity to unpack. And him and Lacey are losing patience.

“Power. She meant to say power.” says Chris Hayes. “Because if we killed Princess Diana then we’d be far more powerful than all of Egypt and Great Britain.”

“Yeah. I know, sexy pants.” says Zelensky giggling.

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“I’m not one of you. I’m not!” says Bobby. “Or we all are.”

“Except then why am I genuinely ready to kill you all?” asks Tsar Vladimir.

Bobby laughs.

“Lem. Did you fuck her last night?” asks a reader.

“That was my idea.” says Lem. “Yes. We didn’t fight. She was genuinely overwhelmed by my love for 17th Century pottery. It’s very complicated.”

Energy Freq by M. I. A. plays.

“It’s an Indian woman in India. It’s not me. And in this case, those aren’t children. That’s an Indian woman doing a vicious prayer…in disguise.” says Lacey.

“Oh! THIS IS MY SCENE!!” says Jonah Wiley. “She thinks that’s spiritual warfare. Eww!” He says trying desperately to force himself to become taller through sheer willpower. “I’m not a fake Christian! Kill her!”

“Yeah. We worship Jesus.” says Joel Osteen.

“Do or did you read her blog or not?” asks Michael Rockefeller. “If you don’t then…you might be fine. Otherwise you’re a stubborn narcissistic fool being used by the Antichrist. Or is there an Antichrist? Have you and your Christian friends decided?”

“I’m pretty sure she wore that lingerie years ago? And doesn’t remember buying it. Otherwise I bought it.” says Lem. “It’s not her ex-husband’s. He just found it in the basement. …Yeah. I didn’t find a way to buy her lingerie. No?”

Gasoline by Halsey plays.

“You got conned.” says Mira to Zelensky.

“Yes. I did. They use our pain to destroy us. And then pretend like we’re rich and they need us.” says Zelensky about Ukraine. “I mean the evil They in the Illuminati.”

Bobby dances.

“That’s precious little underwear!” says Cheryl to Lacey. “I understand you, bitch.”

“No. It’s not. Let’s share more? You wanna me to take actual pornographic images of us? I actually could.” says Lem.

“That’s topless.” says Lem. “It’s her robe.”

“Oh! So she’s a dumb bitch!” say all living Democrat Americans.

In America by K.Flay plays as Bobby Kennedy dances. To him this isn’t an ironic song.

“Except if those are real then why are they just suddenly laying there! That’s suspicious!” says a famous young, white Millennial Republican man who’s possibly secretly bisexual. He reminds me of Peter Lawford.

“She just washed them.” says Lem.

“Oh! So you expect me to believe she’s worn them?! You lie!!” says Bobby Kennedy Junior. “You lie Lacey. I know you aren’t sleeping with Lem. He’s not straight.”

“Why couldn’t be have been bisexual?” asks the Republican.

Bobby sighs. “It’s not the point.”

“What’s the point?” asks the Republican.

“The point is…he’s not gay. I…I slept with her.” says Bobby.

Run the Road by Santigold plays.

“You were with me last night.” says Cheryl.

“Yeah. But I mean like…other times.” says Bobby.

“What other times?” asks Cheryl.

“Lots of other times.” says Bobby.

“What times?” asks Cheryl.

“What the FUCK?!?” yells Jack in tears. “IF LACEY IS CAPABLE OF AROUSING MEN WITHOUT DOING ANYTHING…then…Lem loves her. Not me. And he didn’t even want to suck my cock. I just made him. That LYING BITCH! Rose you lied!!”

“I didn’t lie!!” says Rose. “Or did I?”

“You told me men never say no and mean it.” says Jack. “And yet once a man sucks you…he’s yours. Like…men…don’t lie.”

“Yeah. So. I slept with her.” says Bobby.

“When?” asks God. “You never did. Unless she was 11. And that was an eleven year old.”

“I don’t know. She telepathically seduced me.” says Bobby.

“No. She didn’t.” says Lem. “She was falling asleep and she talked you telepathically. But who were you trying to conjure? Me or your uncle?”

“Fine! That’s the only possible time anything happened.” says Bobby.

“She doesn’t even recall what happened.” says Lem. “She has no idea what was said or what you two even did.”