I actually am against live-streaming an execution.
Listen to “Sweet Dreams” by the Eurythmics.
If we do that, and we probably will…I worry about what will happen. People will get ideas.
Tucker: And then they’ll use that. To watch and see who’s into the idea.
Lacey: You know? That won’t work.
Elliott: I AGREE.
The CIA: But we monitor gun sales.
Elliott: OH REALLY??!
No you don’t.
Not really.
There were thousands of illegal guns sold, in the last year. THOUSANDS.
A Somalian in Minnesota: He’s right.
Elliott: You’re going to start a civil war.
Putin: *puts his pointer finger to his lips*
Shh…
*he laughs*
The song ends.
Listen to “Gangnam Style” by Feuerschwanz.
Bobby: *dances, wildly*
The Illuminati: This is what he does when he can’t have sex. He’s trying to exhaust himself.
Bobby: *breathless, forces himself to keep dancing*
*he jumps, twirls, does lots of moves*
The song ends. He claps for himself. Laughs.
The Illuminati: GET SOME SLEEP.
He goes off, to bed, using his walker, because he’s completely exhausted.
Listen to “Gangnam Style” by PSY.
China: He’s not working for us.
If he is…we don’t know. Just to clarify.
The U.S.: *nods and smiles*
Elliott: So…what will you do when Trump’s assassinated?
The FBI: Because of the livestream?
A Tired American: Are you sure they’re going to stop with just him?
Listen to “Astronaut In The Ocean” by Masked Wolf.
Lacey: This song…is for NOW.
Not years ago.
A trucker: She’s right.
LISTEN.
A German woman: Who’s going to be killed?
Lacey: *Thinks*
Vets.
THOUSANDS OF VETS.
Some homeless. Actually, many homeless.
The CIA: Who else?
Lacey: Gangs.
Extremists.
And actually, those are the people I’m worried about the most. Extremists.
The CIA: Where?
Lacey: *Thinks*
All over.
Listen to “Calabria” by Enur.
A group of white male extremists, in Indiana. Watching, in the future, as the attacker is shot.: *sweaty, hot, and tired.*
A. This isn’t the same-
B. I saw this…last Thursday.
C. NAH! That was different.
A. Are we sure?
B. Is this one…real?
A. DAMN SURE!!
*they watch it*
All of them: *drop open their mouths, slightly*
A. *Laughs*
B. Is this real?
C. YES!!!!
A. Look…I gotta say-
C. If we attack next March…we ain’t gotta take Cheryl. She can stay with Mark.
A. I’m not going there in March.
C. But Patty won’t take the bus.
A. We have to do it.
Listen to “Thriller” by Micheal Jackson.
Lacey: So…-
The CIA: *attacks her*
Satan: They just forced her to listen to the subliminal recorded messages, in the music. Because she’s using good earphones and she can hear the faint sounds of people talking. Or other noises.
And it’s…incredibly disturbing. Because…they’ve decided…all of the most shameful things…are some how her fault?
Chris: Yes. That’s the curse.
Listen to “Christmas Tree Farm” by Taylor Swift.
Lacey: It’s very subtle in this one.
I’m not even sure if it’s there.
The Illuminati: Okay.
Satan: I’m not…okay with this, guys.
*he cringes*
Do you want a country? Or no?
Elliott: How weird would it be…if I told you…that you hate her…because of what COULD have happened? …Not what actually happened.
She could have famously been my wife. And I bet…you’d have seen our faces photographed in Life.
I’m wearing a pair of shorts. And a polo shirt.
She’s sitting next to me, on a brick fence. It’s the spring. These are black and white photos.
Ring a bell!?
Yeah?
She’s…gorgeous. Her aunt owned a clothing store in Long Beach, California. And…she learned how to dress, particularly well. She looks…great.
We’re smiling.
It was…1942. I had already served. In the war. And I was planning to go back. But the idea was that…we were still getting married.
It was…very popular. Everyone loved that image. It’s iconic. In another universe.
Do you hate her…because of our photo? …Sometimes people love the actual people in the famous picture, and sometimes they really do not.
Bobby: Why she leave your ass? Whatchu do!? Huh!? You cheat?
Elliott: Yes.
Bobby: Figures.
*he laughs*
Then she go marry Lem Billings?
Elliott: Yes.
Bobby: When you gonna break this curse on me? I’m tired of being a poor Chinese man.
Elliott: Soon. They say it’s over, soon.
Bobby: Dammit.
I just want sex. And to go to bed.
Geez!!!!
