-Dillon Francis Has No Interest


-Dillon Francis Has No Interest


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.

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