I am, just a pinata. That's exactly what I am, and I guess, all I'll ever be!
SupaCree, stopped, looks up at the pinata, questioning her reality only momentarily.
Wait, what?
Yes! I am “just a pinata”! Wait, you can hear me?
...I...Guess, I...yes I can…
Well then, don't just leave me hanging!
Wait--why would I--or wouldn't I--What? Aren't you supposed to be ‘hanging', so to speak?
I'm DECORATIVE, not DISPOSABLE!
Deco--What...What the fuck? Bro, are you okay?
Gerald: No, i am NOT okay!
O...kay…?
Gerald: That's it? Just “Okay?”
Well, what do you want me to do…?
Gerald: If you can hear me, then why aren't you helping me?
I...didn't know you needed any...you're just a pinata…
Gerald: I KNOW I'M A PINATA.
...yeah, a pinata in a tree, at a birthday party. That's...pretty standard, around here, I think.
Gerald; Oh, really--how many talking pinatas hanging in trees, would you say makes up this “standard?”
Uh. I wouldn't…”say” ...anything about it, telepathy typically doesn't extend to pinatas in trees--
Gerald: LOOK LADY! JUST--SERIOUSLY?
Seriously.
SAVE ME!
I don't know how to save you, dude. I can barely save myself.