Λ M E T H ï S T.
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.
Start over.
Uh, ok….Once upon a Dillon Francis.
Stop saying that.
Why are you saying that?
Once Upon a Dillon Francis? That makes Dillon Francis sound like Father Time!
Yaghh!
You can't say that.
Because he isn't.
He could be.
But he's not.
Just. Go back.
...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.
You know what! Forget it. There's no story.
What, because there's no Dillon Francis?