@slutforkendrick 8 minutes until we are at the gates of utopia
We going dab for dab? I get off in an hour
9 minutes. Trust.

We going dab for dab? I get off in an hour
im just kidding he’s not releasing s\*\*\* today. Dude said “meet me here Monday” to not tweet out s\*\*\*
im just kidding he’s not releasing s\*\*\* today. Dude said “meet me here Monday” to not tweet out s\*\*\*
It’s still Sunday in Utopia


he bout to f*** that white boi
INT. ANDY'S ROOM - NIGHT
The room is heavy with tension. Woody, usually a picture of confidence, is visibly shaken. Across the room, the Travis Scott Rodeo Action Figure seems to glow with an eerie light, its grin even more unnerving.
Suddenly, Travis stirs to life. His mini stage illuminates the room with a sporadic play of lights. He pulls out his mini auto-tune mic, and in a growling, deep voice, he begins to echo his lyrics.
TRAVIS
(performing, with a growl)
Don't you open up that window... Don't you let out that antidote...
Caught in the surreal rhythm, Woody stands transfixed, his eyes wide. Without warning, Travis lands a swift slap on Woody's face. Woody stumbles back, surprise etched on his face.
TRAVIS
(in a louder, stern voice)
Just because you're a cowboy doesn't mean you know the Rodeo, Woody!
Woody straightens up, the sting of the slap still fresh on his cheek. He locks eyes with Travis, understanding the change in their dynamics. His nod of submission meets Travis's satisfied grin.
TRAVIS
(fiercely)
Welcome to the Rodeo, cowboy.
FADE OUT.