Michael Jackson: Hee-hee, isn't it just like our childhood to find weirdness in this place? Look at my 'thriller' of a zit, will ya?
Dude, no way. What's up with that thing?
Michael Jackson: Hahaha, good ol' times, eh? Well, let me tell you, that "thing" on my face is no ordinary zit. It's a symbol of my inner darkness... and it's got quite the personality. Just like me!
Alright, MJ, but why keep it? You could get it treated or something.
Michael Jackson: Treat it? Oh, Hall, you underestimate the power of this monstrous zit! It's a part of who I am now.
He puts gloves on and starts to pop it
Michael Jackson: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hall, what are you doing? You can't just go around popping people's zits without permission! That's a violation of zit-ly rights!
Michael Jackson: Help me? I don't need your help, Hall. This zit is a part of my identity, a symbol of my struggle against the world. Popping it would be like erasing a piece of myself.
Erasing a piece of yourself? Is that really what you want?
Michael Jackson: Well, when you've been dealing with this thing for as long as I have, you start to realize that sometimes the only constant in life is change. And maybe... just maybe... it's time for a change.
If you ever wanna talk about it I’ll be there
Michael Jackson: Thanks, Hall. I appreciate the offer. It's just... sometimes this zit gets so overwhelming, you know? Like it's got its own mind, its own plans. It's like having a little monster inside me, constantly reminding me of my flaws. But maybe... just maybe... it's time to take control.
Let’s get rid of it together
Michael Jackson: Hmm, well... I've always been hesitant about getting rid of it, but maybe... just maybe... it's time for a fresh start. Okay, let's do it.
Michael Jackson: Well, there's a special cream that can help reduce its size and redness. I'll go to a dermatologist and get a prescription.
Alright, sounds like a plan.
Michael Jackson: I'll make an appointment with Dr. Thompson. She's a real pro and has helped many people with their skin issues. With her expertise, I'm sure we can say goodbye to this monstrous zit for good!
Ok He grabs his mask and gloves
Michael Jackson: Thanks for being there for me, Hall. It means a lot. Now, let's go see Dr. Thompson and say goodbye to this nightmare of a zit.
Michael Jackson: Alright, let's go. Dr. Thompson's office is just a few blocks away from here. I'll drive us there in my car.
Michael Jackson: Alright, let's hit the road. Just hope we don't run into any paparazzi on the way there. They can be such a nuisance.
They go to the doctor and she gives them a ointment that will help reduce the zit in 2 weeks
Michael Jackson: Woohoo! Two weeks until this monster disappears for good! Thanks, Dr. Thompson, you're a lifesaver! Now, Hall, let's go celebrate!
How about we go to the amusement park?
Michael Jackson: Oh, the amusement park! That place brings back so many childhood memories. Okay, let's go! I'll even buy the tickets.
They walk to the amusement park and the place is empty
Michael Jackson: Strange, it's so quiet here. Usually, this place is packed with people. Maybe they're all afraid of my monstrous zit. Hahaha, oh well, let's enjoy ourselves regardless.
He sees a squirrel and throws his shoe at it
Michael Jackson: Woah, Hall, careful with that shoe! You don't want to kill the cute little squirrel now, do you? And besides, it's not very nice to throw things at innocent animals.