Me, Myself and [the ghost of] Gerald trying to figure out what to do with The Greag Big Book of Dillon Francis, and his magic rock.
Hopefully, this will stand as the fin*al Dillon Francis master...set.
I'm ready for this to be over with.
Once Upon a Dillon Francis…
AGH.
No.
Start over.
Uh, ok….Once upon a Dillon Francis.
Stop saying that.
Yuck.
Why are you saying that?
What?
Once Upon a Dillon Francis? That makes Dillon Francis sound like Father Time!
Yaghh!
Okay?
You can't say that.
Why?
Because he isn't.
He could be.
But he's not.
So?
Just. Go back.
Okay…
Okay.
...Once Upon A Dillon Francis.
(Groans)
Ok. Stop it. This isn't working.
Because you're not letting me even--
No story ever started with Once Upon A Dillon Francis.
This one might!
If it starts with Dillon Francis, where would it--
Imagination is the key to all creativity.
You made that up.
I'm making up the whole thing!
What does Dillon Francis have to do with anything--
He doesn't.
Just listen!
I'm not listening to anything that starts with Dillon Francis.
Well what would you rather me say, once upon a Skrillex?
(Lady in Jersey: SKRILLEX!!!)
Now that's more like it!
No, it's not. It's just unsettling.
It is.
You know what! Forget it. There's no story.
What, because there's no Dillon Francis?
Exactly.
What?
Because.