Censored Men/ The Censored Group/ Censorey Group/ Dark Mages (Different from Cliché’s form called, “Censored,”)

Policeman/ Police Dad/ Copyright Police (Part of the Spiritual Police)

Senses (Keeper of the creative limbs, creative hearts and soul limbs, controller of senses, guide of senses, alterer of senses- like an angel, but is sphere like and has rings of senses)

Genres (The one that isn’t Actor from other episodes. The body of the environment and form.)

Variety (The soul of the environment and form with the other genres. Is a female with an animated yin mask.)

Residual C_A (Censored Int*llect Ag*ncy A flipping fly in a suit)

Apothecary/ Potion Maker/The End Credits (Also an alchemist)

The Opening (A women who constantly changes in flickers. She has no default.)

Episode 3: C_A Has No Credit!

SCENERY: Variety’s home.

VARIETY: *Enters her home with Genres* You’re going to love my place, Genres! *Pulls him into a room with golden Records that are floating* Touch one, it’ll play.

GENRES: *Touches a golden record, it turns into a sphere and it plays music* Fascinating, Variety.

VARIETY: I worked too long with Actor, so I might just get a melder to make them into something else.

RESIDUAL C_A: Bzzzz…

GENRES: Yo, what is that on the freaking wall!?

RESIDUAL C_A: *Emits dark psychedelic energy*

VARIETY: It’s a humanoid fly in a suit. Represents the Censored Int*llect Ag*ncy.

GENRES: Why in plane’s crust is he inside your home!?

VARIETY: I don’t know, Actor had too many contracts so this thing appeared one day.

RESIDUAL C_A: *Twitches his antennaes*

GENRES: Your parasitic arse should leave, man! You’ve wrecked too many intellects! So many, you don’t deserve your own!

RESIDUAL C_A: *Flies up and at him* Bzz!

GENRES: !

RESIDUAL C_A: I made up for it hiddenly, please don’t kick me out of her homestead!

GENRES: No! *Grabs him by the antennaes* Darn it, tell me what to do with this humonid!

VARIETY: I’ll bug zap him and do my Dad’s trick.

GENRES: Urgh! *Throws him at Variety*

VARIETY: *Transforms into a sci-fi robot bug zapper and it zaps the Residual C_A*

RESIDUAL C_A: Oww, oww, oww! *Is burnt and faints* Whaaa…

VARIETY: *Lays him down and starts to edit his memories*

GENRES: I dare you to make him think he’s a burnt turkey.

VARIETY: I dare you to make *Gives over a tool to Genres* him think he’s a trash panda*

GENRES: No, wait, wait, wait… Let’s make him think he’s a fly.

VARIETY: He’s already a fly. *Laughing*

GENRES: Girl, we need to make him a tiny one.

VARIETY: Boy, you want me to edit his whole body!?

GENRES: Suits him more than the suit.

VARIETY: *Passes him a vile* My dad has an apothecary that he likes to call his, “Potion maker”. Put this on him, but try not to breath it in, though. I’ll go open the door. *Goes to open the door*

GENRES: ‘Aight, girl. *Dumps it on the humonoid fly* Concocting something fresh. Heads or tails, horse fly or fruit fly?

VARIETY: These situations are usually too gross for me, dude.

GENRE: Cartoonify it, it’ll be better.

VARIETY: *Opens another potion and dumps it on the fly*

RESIDUAL C_A: *Turns into a small fly and wakes up and flies out. A parody of a song clip from, “F*ee W*lly,” or for some reason, “T*e T*tanic,” plays, but with a very bad recorder from elementary school.*

GENRES: Well, uh… I guess it has a grace now. Freaking, *Rubs his face angrily and in a bit of a “give up” way* fascinating!

VARIETY: Boy, that’s one of my meme records! *Spins a disc in the air like rings* Want me to play something else?

GENRES: Yes, yes. *Pulls her in by the waist* Let’s have a dance.

VARIETY: Why do all men do this to me?

GENRES: There’s more men?

VARIETY: No, before Actor.

GENRES: You must be a very desirable women.

VARIETY: Of course I was. I was created by my Mom and Dad, without the natural procedures, though.

GENRES: So you were created straight off the bat.

VARIETY: Yeah, that’s why my Dad’s age is close to mine.

GENRES: He’s a wonderful man, your Dad.

VARIETY: Thanks!

THE END CREDITS: Hi, there!...

VARIETY: No, no- not you! *Sinks low* It’s my Dad’s apothecary and potion maker.

GENRES: He’s the, “End Credits”!?

VARIETY: My dad told me to never speak to him. *Calls her dad*

CLICHÉ: Eh, what’s up?

VARIETY: Dad, the end credits said, “Hi,” to me.

CLICHÉ: What the flip did you do?

THE END CREDITS: I think she got a little high on the helium on some potions. Do not  play dumb with the potions or else I’ll put you in me.

GENRES: Uh, are you flirting with her or something?

CLICHÉ: Uh, hello?

THE END CREDITS: No, but the fly that came out of your household-

CLICHÉ: Hello?

THE END CREDITS: got large and is eating fruits like a warrior on a quest.

CLICHÉ: Ugh. *Hangs up the phone*

THE END CREDITS: Don’t mix my potions up or else you will be in my credits!

GIANT FLY FROM THE C_A: Bzz!

VARIETY: Yikes! *Her phone flies off*

GENRES: Are you a law enforcer? Where’s, “The Opening”.

END CREDITS: I do not deal with her because I heard that she only thanks a few people every blue moon.

GENRES: ‘Aight, my man.

END CREDITS: I am not your man, fix the fly situation up thoroughly.

VARIETY: On it.

GENRES: Sure!

VARIETY AND GENRES: *Transform into the sci-fi genre as high graded android-robot bug zappers*

VARIETY: Let’s go!

GENRES: We’re on it!

THE END CREDITS: Hm… *Picks up Variety’s phone and sits down on a lawn chair*

VARIETY: I’m going to kick it right in it’s eye!

RESIDUAL C_A: Stop, please! *Swats her away gently* I just want to eat fruits.

GENRES: This is a bit sad. He actually doesn’t remember who he was.

VARIETY: The potions will wear off and he’s not eating people, he’s only eating fruits.

GENRES: Yes, but if it’s from Actor it was probably a cannibal at one point.

RESIDUAL C_A: *Dodgey eyed*

VARIETY: Odd, did he just remember something?

THE END CREDITS: Toss him to me.

VARIETY: Sure thing.

GENRES: No problem.

VARIETY AND GENRES: *Encases it in an electrical cage*

RESIDUAL C_A: Eek! *Shoots out multiple black and red vortexes from one of the hexagons in it’s eyes* Please, I don’t want this! *The vortex comes at them* I want my liiife!

VARIETY AND GENRES: *Let go of the electrical cage and dodge*

GENRES: *Warps each of the vortexes after Variety dodges them and creates weapons out of his robot body. The weapons surround him in a circle and a liquid soul pushes out with a use of soul arms twisted out of the vortexes and metal. He then shoots the arms into the fly’s eye*

GENRES: If you ate anyone, *His arms whirl and gain more metal* you’re not going to any higher grounds! *The arms that are metal and vortexes get shot at the fly, back into it’s eyes*

RESIDUAL C_A: I can’t see properly! *Rubbing it’s eyes, tumbling backwards*

VARIETY: *Pulls the electric cage*

RESIDUAL C_A: *Touches the cage and gets zapped* Ahhhgh! Ow! *Moves a bit away in the inside of the cage, but gets zapped by the back of it, still moving* Ow!

VARIETY AND GENRES: Urghraaaa! *Tosses it to the End Credits*

THE END CREDITS: *Opens up the side of his coat*

RESIDUAL C_A: *Gets sucked into his coat and shrinks cartoonishly as he does so*

THE END CREDITS: *Closes his coat up* Never mix up the potions, again.

VARIETY: Okay.

GENRES: Yes.

THE END CREDITS: Your names are Variety and Genres… Correct?

VARIETY: Yes, why?

THE END CREDITS: *Hands Variety her phone* Do you two want me to credit you?

VARIETY: Doesn’t make sense because of the fly problem.

THE END CREDITS: I could higher you two.

CLICHÉ: End credits! *Rushes in* What are you speaking to my daughter for!? I told you that I already made a decision for her!

THE END CREDITS: *Blushes, but hides it* No, it is not that.

CLICHÉ: *Picks him by the collar* It is, I know it is.

GENRES: Beat him up for me!

CLICHÈ: Not now. I told you that I would hook you up with, “The Opening”.

THE END CREDITS: How can you, you always miss her even though you are there.

CLICHÉ: It’s not my fault she likes certain movements!

GENRES: Man, he flirted a bit just by showing that expression.

THE END CREDITS: *Goes a deeper red, but is still open* Sorry about that, got to go! *Struggles and uneasily walks off*

GENRES: *Puts his arm around Variety* You’re that hot, girl.

VARIETY: Thanks, Genres. *Kisses him*

CLICHÉ: Don’t mix’ em again you, two. *Waves them off* I’m going to follow him. *Speed walks and arrives beside The End Credits* … Hey. *Keeps walking* You’re too old for my daughter.

THE END CREDITS: *Keeps walking* I know; however, your wife is by far more older than you. Older than the many circles off of the oldest tree.

CLICHÉ: Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll keep trying to get at, “The Opening”.

THE END CREDITS: You could… Lead me to her.

CLICHÉ: Yeah, dude. I can.

THE END CREDITS: Gee wizickers, I do not like asking, but…

CLICHÉ: Go ahead and ask. It’s been long enough with you not being able to meet your soul mate.

THE END CREDITS: She would be a soul mate…

CLICHÉ: I’m not lying, she’s too good with atmosphere. Choppy, but she’s the best with flow.

THE END CREDITS: She sounds perfect.

CLICHÉ: Calm the flip a burger down, my dude. She doesn’t suit you in the biggest category.

THE END CREDITS: Is she… Loud?

CLICHÉ: She is and she also only credits a few people.

THE END CREDITS: She sounds more like a rival.

CLICHÉ: Dude, do you want a girlfriend or not?

THE END CREDITS: Please… Drive me.

CLICHÉ: *Pulls and pushes him into his car with the roof not on it*

THE END CREDITS: That was rather rough.

CLICHÉ: Prestige, prestige, prestige. *Sits in the driver’s seat* Dude. *Starting the car, You’re gon’ na love this one! *Drives off*

THE END CREDITS: Wait!... *Wobbles in the seat* Wait, I do not qualify in aiming properly for the seat belt!

CLICHÉ: Scream louder ‘cause I can’t hear you!

THE END CREDITS: Slow it down!? You’re too professional in your skill!

CLICHÉ: *Drives around a curb* What *Goes on a bump* else?

THE END CREDITS: You! *Points his finger at him, sits upright, without the seat belt on* You have the personality where you’re similar to that of a cartoon!

CLICHÉ: No shiz, bruh. *Makes a silly noise*

THE END CREDITS: Cliché, we’re going to run into that building!

CLICHÉ: The building’s the joy ride, End!

THE END CREDITS: I was thinking that this was the joy ride!

CLICHÉ: *His car goes through the wall of the building*

THE END CREDITS: … *Sits upright in Cliché’s car* Hm!?

SCENERY: Like an anime opening, but the car is the thing that doesn’t change much on the screen.

CLICHÉ: We’re here.

THE END CREDITS: This… *Straps the seat belt on* Is all her own?

CLICHÉ: Yeah, it’s all her’s… But you’re late on the seat belt. *Stops the car*

THE END CREDITS: *Undoes the belt, opens the door and steps out* … Hello?

CLICHÉ: *Gets out of the car* The opening, I know your up playing.

THE OPENING: Cliché! Huh? Ooh la, la! Whose this man beside you?

CLICHÉ: He’s the, “End Credits”.

THE END CREDITS: Cliché, she is of the most golden of the suns I’ve ever seen!

THE OPENING: You *Knocks on his noggin* hitting on me that directly? Oh, my vision is black now…

CLICHÉ: Uh, *Puts his hand on his face to cover his whisper near by The End Credit’s ear* I think I forgot to tell her not to touch you.

THE END CREDITS: *Pulls out a potion from his bag* Open out your hand, Opening.

THE OPENING: Too much black. *Tries to feel for the potion*

THE END CREDITS: *Lightly and softly guides her hand to the potion*

THE OPENING: You’re helping me out!

THE END CREDITS: Indeed, *Wraps his hand around her hand around the potion* I am. *Let’s go*

THE OPENING: There’s a peace to you *Opens the potion up* that I can’t describe by word.

THE END CREDITS: Yes; however, most beings leave me before I even get through a short amount of words. The only one that normally sticks by me is Cliché.

THE OPENING: *Drinks the potion* Cliché, *Drinks the last bit of the potion* you didn’t tell me fully about this man. *Gives the bottle  back to the End Credits*

THE END CREDITS: *He takes it*

THE OPENING: All I remember is that you tried, but I kept cutting you off with my own flow.

CLICHÉ: Yeah and you told me to only come here on emergencies, but dudette- this man is fire!

THE END CREDITS: I just remember those that help or that I help, Cliché. I give Cliché potions that contain powers and much more than two gallons of berry soda, other fluids.

THE OPENING: I wonder if me and him share the same help…

THE END CREDITS: Says here, “A051998A,” and her sibling have helped.

THE OPENING (Singing): Same here in my main credits and I usually only have main credits!

THE END CREDITS: I usually have all positions memorized and all names memorized.

THE OPENING: Cool!

CLICHÉ: Yeah, cool. Well, you two are set. See ya!

THE END CREDITS: Wait, Cliché! This is not my home!

CLICHÉ: I’m leaving you here, buddy. You’ll be better around her, trust me.

THE END CREDITS: She is a lot!

CLICHÉ: All visual appeal man, *Points at the End Credits* you got it! *Enters his car* Okay, baby! *Starts it* Here I go!

THE END CREDITS AND THE OPENING: *Actual ones start to play and mix up*