-THE MASKED BANANA

Skrillex and Dillon Francis battle furiously over the devotion of their biggest fan— AHEM. Right. Over the love and devotion of their biggest fan. That's right! Oh please. How is anyone going to believe that. Just believe!! Believe it! Bbbbbbblllllliiieeevveeeeeee!! Fuck this shit. Uh, no thanks. Skinny white girls. Send the Becky's. Hot white girls. Ah, oh shit. Send The White Bitchus. MILEY, PLEASE STOP. FUCK TINA FEY!!!! I HATE YOU!!! WHERE'S SUPACREE?!? SUPACREE: fuck supacree. You are supacree. I'm not supacree. What the fuck is wrong with you? SKRILLEX IS EVIL. I NEED GECS. FUCK YOUR GECS. FUCK YOUR SKRILLEX. (Eggageratwd gasp) TAKE THAT BACK! TAKE SKRILLEX BACK. ALL SALES FINAL. JUST DATE HIM. No. Just—come on! No!! Why not, yo. Fuck Dillon Francis. I said no. Nancy Reagan: just say no! Uhhhhhh. That's a lot of money. Yes it is. Ii SHE SAID YESSSSS!! [Tom Cruising] After being exposed as u and as a female though questionably, Dillon Francis and Supacree begin dating as a PR stunt to cause a media frenzy and paparazzi uproar; OWSLA revolts Where is Skrillex this whole time?? Wherever the fuck he is. Who the fuck cares. With Kay”- They're not together!!! So we're in denial? She's a robot No, she's just white. She's a porn star Just as likely!! No, she's just— well, maybe FAKE LIP HOE fake boobs, too So is she just a nicki Minaj She's a nicki mirage— What's that mean? She doesn't exist. HEY. Oh, hey I HAVE TALENT. Sorry nicki Fuck your Skrillex! By all means

Fuck dude, I might have to kill myaelf again Again m? DIDNT you already do that? I just did this? I've been here I remember this. No way. I just did this? How close are we? We're getting close. Bet you she jumps Bet she slits her wrists She'll chicken out No, she does it—I've seen this. You've seen this?! It's a rerun? A rerun?! What's a rerun? This is live? It's a taping. What! It's live action! In real-time HD I HATE YOU.

I HATE THIS. Where's Dillon Francis He quit I was hacked I got it Oh no. Oh NO. Don't tell me— Okay. Fuck this. I quit. What! I can't do this. It's just acting. Look, no offense— Oh I remember this, he said Look no offense, but— You're not my type. He's not my type! You have a type?