The first stop was people who didn't want to work hard and fulfill their potential. They were now cursed to work forever, rolling a boulder up a hill only to have it roll back down at the summit. Faulkner personally spat on every single one of them. "You know how long it took for anyone to recognize my fucking work? Decades. I had to write corny screenplays to make a living," Faulkner screamed at one damned soul. I saw George Lucas, the Wachowski Brothers, Britney Spears, and a bunch of teen actors whose names no one remebers. I asked Britney what she would have done differently and she snarled at me. "I'm fucking proud of who I am and I worked really hard on those albums. So what if I didn't write the music or words? I practiced dancing for HOURS to get those concerts ready. And then I showed everyone in the world the beauty of pregnancy by having mine be completely public." I wanted to ask her why her lyrics were so awful if someone else had written them, why she had decided to become the nation's leading method of birth control (if you get pregnant you'll end up like Britney), but Faulkner seemed so disgusted that it was time to go. I took a nip from his flask and prayed that I never ended up like that.
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