[-the arrangement.]

Someone's always watching you
Don't know who, but yea, it's true
There's someone always watching you and everything you do
I say

“Illu-
Illu-
Illuminate me
Turn the light on
Turn me on, baby

Woah,
“Have I been here before—
Do you know what I do?
They know not what they do
They know not what they do!
I say
Illu
Illuminate me
Illu
Illu
Illu
Illuminate me
Illu Illu
Illu

I'm not on the bottom floor,
I'm way
I'm up above you
But you—
I'm way,
I'm way up to
I say
“I love you”
I say
Illu
Illuminate me
Illu
Illu
Illu
Illuminate me
Illu
Illu
Illu
Illu
Illu

SO WHAT, you'll take the Empire State Building, AND THE EIFFEL TOWER,
BUT YOURE NOT GONNA TAKE THE ROCK?

YEAH.

YOURE GONNA TAKE THE ROCK!!

(Not the roc! )

NO.

Well, why not?!

BECAUSE,
F—-K YOU, JIMMY FALLON, that's WHY.

Aw, seriously?
Why's it cencored all of a sudden

NBC

SHUT IT DOWN.

Look, I can't talk to you.

—?!

OKAY, that's it.

What is it

I am WISHING you out of my existence.

Is that it?

That is it.

That's your wish.

YES.

You're wishing me away.

Yes.

Ok.

Ok.
[beat]

(
—wait— “OK”?

Ok. Wish granted.

—that's it?

That is it, Jimmy Fallon.

—ok.

Ok.

So when are you leaving?

I was never here.

You—what?

*dissappears entirely from existence*

JIMMY FALLON takes a sigh on great relief— then sits in an empty silence alone, before the lights turn off. He takes another deep sigh, though seemingly uneasy, in the darkened silence of the room.

CUT TO:

You smell like vinegar.

Lol that's not the next scene, but ok.

Don't you see this is bigger than you!

It's bigger than all of us!

Exactly.

C'mon, wake the fuck up!

I am up!

This is a DREAM.

It's an illusion.

The whole

I'N HUBGRY.

THE WHOLE FOODS ALGORITHM

POLICE. HALT.

Lol. Fuck that.

Did he just say “halt”

Fuck that. Bye.

EXIT THE LOOP.

OOPS, we missed the exit.

GOD DAMMIT, FUCK YOU JIMMY FALLON.

—Uh, — EFF YOU.

Im not about this

This is weird

What level is this.

We'll I had coffee with Bob Saget this morning.

Did you laugh.

Well, I certainly did something.

Oh shit, they're not looking for Ū.

What! They're not.

What, they're not?
They're not.

They're looking for Uptown A.

Excuse me. I'm looking for “Uptown A”

Oh? The Uptown A.

Yeah— I guess.

Just—go that way.

Ok.

Ok, okay, okay— I'll tell you what you want to know!

How do you know what I want to know?

Whatever you want!

I haven't even told your, yet.

Whatever it is, I'll tell you.

Tel you what, Jimmy Fallon. I like you—you're a good guy and all—

Well, thank you.

But you're not funny.

Excuse me.

Like, at all.

What.

You—are not a funny guy.

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?

I don't know!

You don't KNOW?!

This is what they want. Here

[tosses the thing]

What's this.

What they want.

Oh.

K

JIMMY FALLON is THE WORST shapeshifter in existence and/or history.

What the fuck, dude.

JIMMY FALLON
Did I do it right?

Uhhh.
JIMMY FALLON
You know?

Hit and run

Okay, Jimmy.

Flglelwgheleehhhh.

Oh my God.
Wow.

Did I DO it.

NO—

—but I tried—

Just—

A-for effort.

It was F. For Failure.

But I tried.

Trying doesn't count.

Just let me—

Look.

Fleghelegfffff.

Jimmy!

Lemme—

No' stop it!

Just—

—flglelf—

—STOP.

Eh?

Look, Jimmy, you can have other magical powers. Just—not shapeshifting.

But I'm a shapeshifter.

No, no you're really not.

Uptown A's upbeat, City-inspired dance mixes turn tech house and progressive midtown dreams into the chaotic garble and grunge of a real-life Queensbourough nightmare; the eclectic mix of historic New York warehouse wonder blended into a new school uptown chiche—-a far cry from the underground to the new wave drum n bass clips ions and collections of now and then, the Uptown A Alias makes its presence in a dystopian world concerned none with the art and soul of music and more of the ticking clocks work of the eye on the dollar.

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