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What the FUCK did you DO?

What did I do?!

You know what you did!

I didn't do anything!

Oh yeah?

No! Not on purpose!

GODDAMMIT, YOU SON OF A—

Where's Jimmy Fallon?!

What?! I don't know!

Oh no.

Oh shit, run.

Oh no.

What in the FUCK—

I am “the fuck”

You know what.

I'm gonna sue the everliving shit out of you.

For WHAT.

We'll see.

Fuck.

Uh oh.

FUCK.

What now?

What this time?

Apparently, Jimmy Fallon is missing.

What the fuck does that got to do with me.

We'll see.

Okay, great,

Now finish that chapter.

What fucking chapter?!

All of it.

That's—a lot.

I want all of it. By my desk, by noon tomorrow.

“By” your desk?!

Yes, BY. Not ON. I've got too much stuff on my desk—

…but it's…like 9 o clock.

Should be easy, given your natural talents.

What natural talents.

PEACOCK.

AHAHAHAHA.

Okay. Well.

Well what.

This sucks. I lost all my coins.

Hey.

Ugh.

You dropped this.

So how was Los Angeles.

What the fuck. You fucking DICK.

I told you, I own shares in this.

So what's the plan for this, exactly.

I dunno, Harry.

I got a book of stamps,

And a yellow envelope marked

“Jimmy Fallon”

I will hate you forever.

Well, that's retarded.

I haven't even smited you yet.

I will annihilate you, human.

WHERE'S MY SHIT.

Who the fuck are you, anyway?

Nobody!

No one.

No one cares about this series, yo.

I'l seriously doubt that, Jesse Pinkman.

What is this stuff.

It's your stuff.

This is not what I ordered—

Hey—

Why is it BLUE

Cause it is.

So.

WHY IN THE—

Mischief managed.

Alright. This should be good for the night, but we gotta get out of here by morning;

I thought your parents owned this place.

It's a time share!

So?

So it's like only —part of the time.

That is stupid.

No! You're stupid! You're the one who got us into this mess.

It's your mess, I was just cleaning it up!

Whatever! Stop trippin.

Nobody's “tripping.”

That's it. I'll be a stripper.

Straight outta hell, that kid.

Don't I know it.

Alright, fine.

I said, whatever you do—

DONT watch this show.

Stuff it, J. Slatts. I'll kill you with my eyeballs

Sounds like a threat.

Put on a lawsuit, then.

Maybe I oughtta…

—with a bow tie.

You'll look so pretty.

I thought I was already pretty.

Uh huh.

Yeah, look, so honestly

I don't know if I'll ever be on the same vibration as like,

Jimmy Fallon and them, ok?

I don't know how I did it;

I don't know what did it,

It just happened and then—

And then WHAT.

It just—ended.

Just like that.

I'm not trying to offend anybody here.

Just like that.