The end

Well....shit.

BMJ's POV

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it now. Must. Stop. The movie.

"Guys," I murmur, emotionless. They turned their heads.

"What?" Yeemo snapped. Guess she's still bitter about the whole being left to CIA agents to be tortured...

"Fam, I know what to do. We must destroy the fifth shrek before it comes out. It's too powerful for the world to see. We can't process it. We can't understand it. So, we have to use our skills to destroy it before it's too late." I droned on. I didn't have time to talk though, I needed to stop it NOW.

They nodded their heads in agreement.

"Hey," Yeemo piped up. A smirk creeping on her face. "I have an idea..." She waited a moment before continuing. "We find the creators room, get the information and hide in the air ducts, shoot them with imagination and keep the power for ourselves to use for imagination for better...quality, I could say."

"Sounds good, but where do we start?" Scranty chimed in. (With a how have you people never heard of, closing a goddamn door no....)

I smiled. "Remember our mutual, friend? He can take us whee we need to go, LA." K
I turned around and dialed his number, he picked up after two rings.

"I need a favor." 

We talked on and discussed for fifteen minutes while Scranty and Yeemo went celeb hunting. And I felt it. Another episode. A headache so great it brought me to my knees and dropped the phone.

"BMJ? The other person on the line shouted, but it was being drowned out. Drowned out by the visions of the memes, the powerful memes. The dankest memes imaginable. It was like a drug, I wanted it. I wanted those memes. The memes of the future. Whispering clouded my ears, I could hear whispering, but they were almost inaudible. What were they saying?

Sooner or later the vision cleared and I picked up the phone.

"Yeah I'm still here, but will you do it? I know you got screwed over the last time but I promise you it won't happen again."

"No?! What do you mean?! Ugh ok fine whatever, if you die, it came upon yourself!" I screamed through the line. I turned around to see Yeemo flying away and Taylor in a taxi cab leaving Seattle going who knows where."

"Well...shit."