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O'Dessa!

Wake up!

Ugh.

It's time to get to work.

Zero Plaz-Plazma-- Plaz-Plazma.

- Zero Plazma. - Shit.

Okay.

Here's one I've been messing around with.

Don't tell Mama.

Thank you, Earth, for this bounty.

Amen.

Check them pumps?

Dry as a bone.

I don't know why we don't just do something about it.

Move on. Try someplace new.

The land's been sucked dry, ain't got nothing left to give.

The world has gone mad out there.

A kinda crazy you can't fathom.

People are desperate.

Ain't safe for a 19-year-old gal with stars in her eyes.

Stop trying to spook me, Mama.

It don't work no more.

I'm telling you the truth.

We're dirt farmers.

Ain't nothing to be ashamed about that.

We're survivors.

Oh, your daddy's people were something different.

They told themselves some cosmic story

that their music was gonna change the world.

Ramblin' ain't reality.

How you feelin', Ma?

Like I could wrestle a bear.

I know you're gonna ramble like your daddy.

You're gonna do what you're gonna do.

But please remember

there ain't nothing more powerful in this life than love.

Mama?

Don't go.

The Willa.

This be your guitar,

and you best protect it with your damn life.

You're the last in a long line, girl.

Seven generations.

The closing of a circle.

Pecker or not, you're the Seventh Son.

You look beautiful, Mama.

All right.

Come on. Do it again.

That never get old, do it?

Uh, excuse me.

Um, pardon the disturbance.

It's, um...

It's awful cold.

Well, welcome, friend.

Warm yourself by the fire, little lamb.

Thank you, mister.

Uh, no. It's Father.

Father Walter.

As you see, I work for the man upstairs.

Hmm. Pleasure. Name's O'Dessa.

Give this little fella

a little bit of that milk of human kindness.

Drink up, drink up.

That Molotov will put a little bit of heaven in your head

and hellfire in your belly.

Now, wait a minute.

I know that guitar.

I used to bum around with a crazy fella.

We had some good rambling adventures.

Vergil?

Yeah, Vergil Galloway.

King of the Ramblers.

Yes, he was.

That's my daddy.

Well, I will be damned.

- No, that can't be. - Yes, sir.

Tha-That would make us practically related.

Ramblin' is a dying breed in a dying world.

Mm-hmm.

You know, in the a.m., we're hopping a freight all the way to Satylite City.

Satylite City, where all of the pipelines end.

It is a depraved and sinful place.

But God's work, it never ends.

But right now, raise your glasses.

- Everybody on your feet... - Ooh, come on, Walter!

...as we celebrate your first and our last run of the ramblin' life.

And may Vergil smile down on you

as we pass you the troubadour's torch!

May the road rise with you, O'Dessa!

Choo choo!

Whoo!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Life will carve that song into your soul

like ol' Galloway carved this guitar from that Willa Tree.

The heavens have spoken.

From this tree's burning body, you will carve a guitar...

And so the Earth Spirit told ol' Galloway,

"Only the song of the Seventh Son on this here guitar

will have a chance to save this dying world."

And O'Dessa, you got that song inside you.

It's your destiny.

Willa?

Shit!

Shit! No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Shit!

No.

Hey! Hey!

Where the hell are you going?

- That's mine! Get back here!

Our ramblin' rube has roused from her slumber!

Stupid bitch!

- Elijah, run! - It's ours now.

Get off me, runt!

Hey! No! No, no!

Please, no!

I'm the Seventh So...

You are gonna go to the Satylite City.

You are gonna get the Willa back, and you're gonna keep moving on.

Jackass.

Call to worship.

- Stay with me. Look at me. Lock eyes. - Um.

- Focus, my friends. - Pardon me, sir.

- You need to focus. - Have you, um...

- Do not be distracted by them... - Have you seen a priest and, um,

some train rats with a guitar passing through here?

...by what they wanna shove down your throat.

They swindled me, so...

They want to tell you what to do, what to feel,

- what to think, breathe, eat. - Sir, excuse me.

They wanna treat you like you're some pathetic, helpless toddler.

- In this life... - Um, excuse me, sir.

...you are born free to do what you please.

You are free to spend your time doing what feels good!

Since when did pleasure become a dirty word?

Am I right?

Brothers and sisters of Satylite City!

Let me hear you sing!

In the land of television, the third-eyed man is king.

Praise be Plutonovich on high,

and his Plazma-powered eye in the sky glowing above his stage.

Plazma to plastic.

Dust to dust.

In Plutonovich, the man we trust.

Now, all of you tune into tonight's broadcast

and see this scum dance before our Lord Plutonovich.

Here's Rael the traitor!

Traitor!

And let this be a lesson to anyone of you who challenge Plutonovich.

I scream. You scream.

We all scream for ice cream!

Shit.

Since when did pleasure...

- Hey, you lost, baby? - ...become a dirty word? Am I right?

Bitch.

Need a fix, Roach. Come on, man. G-give me a bag.

Just give me a bag.

I need Dust. Need it, you know?

My Plazmatics.

True Plazma, you, my friends, are powering my eye in the sky,

glowing high above my stage and fueling Onederworld,

my megachurch of entertainment.

Hey, hey. Hey, you.

Come here. Come here.

- Eeny, meeny, miny, mo. - Please don't.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I'm looking for, uh, a-a bearded preacher with a guitar.

Plutonovich. Plutonovich. Plutonovich.

Be with me.

Seeing is being and being is seeing.

Praise Plutonovich, virgin sister.

Take the habit of the One Nun.

Save yourself for him.

He is your salvation.

One of a kind? One to watch?

Are you the Chosen One?

If you answered yes, then "onederful!"

You are the one I've been looking for for my new competition, The One.

I will grant them one wish.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Can you hear me?

Hi. Um... So that's...

that's my guitar right there just, um, hanging yonder.

250.

No. See, it was, um... It was... It was took from me by...

Ma'am, please, it's priceless.

Get a job.

No money, no honey.

Hey!

Lady, I don't think you're understanding me.

That is 200 years of-- of blood in there.

- That is my rightful-- - Nestor!

- Get out. - That guitar-- No!

Hey, little baby girl, you got any money?

Oh, cometh ye seamen!

Into the open fins of the Mermaid.

A carnival of carnal delights! To whet every Sailor Johnny's Appetite!

Tonight, it's an amateur hour. Big cash prizes.

Come on and watch--

Excuse me, sir.

You can get money for playing?

Winner takes the till, little lady.

They're gonna love your ass, Huckleberry.

Appreciate that.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Pardon me.

Before I bring out the raw meat amateurs,

I have a little treat for you mindless animals.

Shut up, or give me the pleasure of carving out your throat!

Without further ado, performing The Veiled Dance of the Damned,

the erotic, exotic, hypnotic, whirling Euri--

Euri Dervish!

- Whoo! Whoo! - Euri Dervish!

Come and see yours truly to arrange a very private dance of your own.

Next performer is "Opossum Gallows."

Oh.

Uh, that's, um...

- It's O'Dessa Galloway.

Um, so, I-I've been doing some...

some hard traveling and, um, rambling and, um, roving.

And, um, this song is--

Shut up and play, hayseed.

- Wow, you suck!

Remember, I see you.

I know your wildest wishes, your deepest desires, your hidden fears.

You were right, Mama.

This world's gone mad.

And I'ma get that Willa back, Daddy.

Right here, right now, looking at me.

- I promise. - I see all of you, and I love you.

Without you there is no me.

Press your third eye to the screen.

Spread your mind open wide and let me come inside.

Baptize you in Plazma and bring sight to the blind.

I will penetrate your consciousness

and impregnate the barren womb of your wounded, weary soul.

You who are suffering. I feel you.

You had me waiting all night, lover boy.

Herve.

- I am ready to go steady. - I know. I know.

- Back up, big boy. All right? - I like the way you dance.

Herve, step off. Too close.

- Hey. Hey. Too close, Herve. - I like the way you move.

Herve. Get off me.

- Herve. Herve. - Come on.

- Yo, be cool.

Ah. Sorry, Herve.

I'm already on a date so, uh, rain check?

What's your name?

O... O'Dessa.

O'Dessa, I haven't been able to get you off my mind all night!

Slut.

I owe you one.

I gotta lay down.

Oh.

Chivalry.

These heels are gonna be the death of me.

This place is as strange as a checkered dog, ain't it?

It's hell on earth.

Everyone knows you can't sleep under here.

Those dusters will pick your bones clean for a fix.

Yeah, I know. I'm just, um...

Just passing through actually. So I won't be here long.

I'm a rambler.

The hell is a rambler?

Well, it's someone who kind of roams from town to town

and sings for, um, you know, people.

Kinda lifting their spirits through song.

My daddy used to say

a rambler's reason for being is to comfort the disturbed

and disturb the comfortable.

Catchy.

To be honest, I'm new to it and, um...

my guitar got stolen.

What's eating at you?

You know, you get on that stage to sing something new and for what?

For what?

They wouldn't know good music if it bit them in the ass.

- Well, folks really seem to like you. - Yeah?

Like Herve the perv?

All right. Well, why don't you play me a tune, rambler?

Oh, um...

It ain't much for the mood.

I am disturbed.

Okay. All right. Fair enough.

Um...

Okay. Um, this one's about, um...

Well, my... my mama used to sing it to me a mess of moons ago.

Cool.

Holy shit.

Shit.

Um... All right. Come on, rambler.

Show's over.

Keep walking.

This is what you get, you sack of garbage.

Where are they taking him?

Onederworld.

Take him.

A place you don't want to go 'cause you don't come back.

...dirty disgusting face again.

Bon voyage, you dipshit.

It ain't safe here. You got any place else to go?

...he doesn't trust just any old stranger on the street.

You understand me. We understand each other.

You know what I'm talking about.

You can feel it in the air. You can smell it in the streets.

That unbearable sense that we're supposed to...

Evening, Roach.

Meet O'Dessa.

She's gonna take the penthouse until she splits town.

Follow me.

What use is it to stay sane, huh? To the--

My boudoir.

The honeymoon suite.

Excuse the mess. I didn't think I'd be entertaining tonight.

Uh, make yourself at home.

Yeah, right.

Shit. Sorry.

You all right there?

When was the last time you bathed?

From Onederworld in front of a live studio audience,

put your hands together for Plutonovich!

It is judgment night, so I demand, let there be lights!

Who's this, um... this Plutonovich fella?

You're kidding, right?

Where do I even begin?

After it all collapsed,

he sucked the Plazma out of everyone's land

and now he uses it to power his broadcast.

He's got everyone's attention

and anyone who speaks out against him

just gets shipped off to Onederworld

where he tortures them in the name of entertainment.

And if you step out of line, or make one false move,

you have to answer to Dion.

He's got everyone obsessed with his every little corny move.

They're brainwashed.

But why?

Because apparently, he's extremely entertaining.

That's why you are getting a facejob makeover.

- Facejob!

Facejob.

We replace your face with a Plazma makeover.

Your soul belongs to Plutonovich.

So, kiss your mind goodbye.

Later, traitor.

Can't watch this.

You know, you could torch that place with all the Plazma running through it.

Now, that would be good TV.

The penthouse.

Nobody will bother you up here.

Plus, you get the best view in town.

Yeah, it does look kind of pretty.

Mmm.

You don't know how many times I thought about swan diving off of here.

I hope you know how lucky you are...

being able to ramble where you please, when you please.

I can't go anywhere without the Willa.

That guitar is all I got in this world.

You can try busking on the boardwalk for some bread.

It might take you a couple of years, but...

No. No. I thought, um...

I thought life on the road was gonna lead me

someplace I was meant to be going...

but it's just been so damn confusing and cruel and...

Well, I'm glad you're here now.

At least you get a good song out of it, right?

Maybe we can duet at the Mermaid.

Why are you being so kind to me?

Shit. I don't know.

I don't know. Um...

When you sang to me earlier tonight,

it reminded me of something.

It reminded me of how beautiful some things are.

Okay. Um...

Well, I'm gonna turn in.

So, um, much obliged for the help and um...

Uh, yeah. Nighty night then.

You're a strange bird from another world.

Okay, then.

Um, good luck, O'Dessa.

I'll see you around and...

Stay out of trouble, rambler.

Little piggy, little piggy, let me in.

- I've got a surprise for you. - Shit, shit. Go, go, go.

- And why is this door locked? - Hide. Go in the john. Quick.

Um, one second, D. I'm just having a bath.

Where's my kimono?

I ain't got all night.

Hey.

Hmm.

So you really think that you are...

- ...the One?

Reminded me of my doll-faced little Dervish.

Hmm.

You like it?

Of course, I love it.

Hmm.

I'm just, um...

I'm just not feeling too hot tonight is all.

Hmm. My, my, what a sty.

I pay for your abode, and this is how you maintain it?

I swore I raised you better.

My dough-re-mi?

Oh, shit. Sorry. I'm spaced.

Oh, me dog's been barking like mad tonight.

This better be all of it.

Get that.

Boy, oh, boy, did we clean up tonight.

That new hoofin' routine killed.

Something you've been meaning to tell me, darling?

- Nah. - You know I detest secrets.

I don't know what you're talking about, D.

You see the strangest of things transpired tonight.

That jelly-sack Herve came in blubbering

that you was sub-boardwalk on a date with some strange little butchie.

You ain't been freelancing now?

That's bullshit.

You know that, D--

You work when I say, with who I say.

Do I make myself clear?

Got it. Got it. I hear you.

Zip me back.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to use the little girl's room.

No. Um...

Uh, no, no, no, no.

- The plumbing's a mess in there. - Get out of my way.

Since when you start taking cold baths?

Boss, next contestant.

Another day, another dipshit dissident.

Please.

Vulturo gets 'em every time.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Your little shipment came in tonight, little piggy.

Don't smoke it all in one go.

- Who loves you? - Please.

You do, of course.

Sweet dreams.

Night, D.

O'Dessa?

O'Dessa?

Are you okay? Are you okay?

Oh, my God.

Yeah? You okay?

- Yeah. - You strange and beautiful bird.

Do you ever think about running away from here?

From her?

Just about every second of every day.

Dion's got eyes everywhere though.

I'm trapped.

Well, say in a perfect world, where would you go?

Well, uh, I heard of this little town called Enid.

It's about a day away.

Supposed to be clean and quiet.

Sounds all right for starting over.

Enid.

Okay.

My Plazmatics.

It's time for our daily bread. Our call to worship.

Stay with me. Look at me. Lock eyes. Focus!

Now I know, and you know, they are out there.

Maybe they're in your family. In your home.

Even in your bed whispering to you to betray The Party of One.

I promise you.

I promise you they're gonna get what's coming to them.

Mark my words.

Facejob.

Plazma to plastic.

Dust to dust.

In Plutonovich, the man we trust.

Know that together we are one.

One focus. One mantra. One channel. One power. One mind.

Let go, my friends.

My daddy used to tell me the story 'bout how

I was gonna get my hands on that guitar and change things.

Change things how?

I don't know.

I look around here...

and I think people want something that moves them...

My Plazmatics.

...and they just... They don't...

It's time for our daily bread.

They don't know it yet.

Stay with me. Look at me.

Maybe I've got some big fairy-tale idea stuck in my head

that ain't got nothing to do with how the world really is.

We all tell ourselves tales to get through this world, you know?

What's yours?

When I was little,

it was just me and my sister Jan looking after each other.

We were in the streets, and it was hard to eat,

so there's this tramp that showed us

how to do, uh, some magic tricks to hustle the sailors.

- What kind of tricks? - Open your hand.

Three magic words.

"Asa Nisi Masi."

Open your hand.

No way.

Jan gave it to me before, uh, they took her away to Onederworld.

- Oh, geez. I'm sorry. - Mm-hmm.

This world is cruel, O'Dessa.

Maybe it ain't gotta be.

If they could feel half as good as you got me feeling.

It would be revolutionary.

Whoo!

Yeah!

- That was incredible.

I saw you today out there, and I didn't know something like that

was even possible.

- It felt so good playing, you know? - Mmm. Mm-hmm.

It was like a... like a... I finally found what I'm supposed to be doing.

Yeah.

My darling little Dervish.

It ain't what it seems, D.

Where are your manners, Euri darling?

Why haven't you introduced me to your new friend?

- I can explain. - Yeah?

She didn't do anything. She's innocent.

Mmm.

Leave her alone.

Now, what is your name, baby face?

Leave her alone, D.

Zip your goddamn lips.

If I ever see you near my piggy bank again,

I will shuck open your guts

and yank the pearl from your rotten, greasy little oyster.

Now, step off and get the hell out of here. Now.

- You ungrateful little shit!

- Go. Go! Get out of here. - Euri.

- Go! Now! It's over, O'Dessa! - No. Euri.

- You are a nutty little runt, ain't you?

- No. No, no, no. Please. - What are you doing?

- No. D! Please don't hurt her! - Please.

No! No, stop! No! O'Dessa!

Are you one in a million?

One of a kind? One to watch?

Are you the Chosen One?

If you answered yes, then "onederful!"

You are the one I've been looking for. For my new competition, The One.

Can you sing? Can you dance? Tell jokes, juggle?

- Acrobatics. - Entertain the court

of Plutonovich on The One. We see you.

The stakes are high. Life or death.

You see hon, the one who won The One

- will win a prize of a lifetime.

I will grant them one... ...wish.

Oh, cut the shit, Roach.

Don't you have Dust to sell?

What, this?

You want it?

Here. Take it. I don't need it anymore.

Come on.

No.

Here.

Now, one finger here and another there.

There you go. Now strum.

Yeah, there you go. Your first chord.

You're welcome.

...suck on your soul, and try to squeeze the joy out from everywhere.

That unbearable sense that we're supposed to stay miserable.

I skimmed enough from Dion to get this for you.

I so wish I could hear you play it.

Now go, leave this shithole behind.

- It's hopeless.

Ramble like you're supposed to.

I wish we could've gotten to Enid,

but the thought of you there will be enough for me.

You strange and beautiful bird.

Are you the Chosen One?

- Hey, where are you going? - You're the one I've been looking for...

- Won't you come play us a song? - ...for my new competition, The One.

Fly away from here as far as you possibly can.

I love you, O'Dessa. Your Euri.

There ain't nothing more powerful in this life than love.

Damn fog.

I got a shipment coming in. But I'll be back tonight.

Roger that, boss.

Hmm. Naughty, naughty, Sister.

Shake some ass!

Shake some ass?

Huh? That's what you want?

Shake some ass!

Yeah!

Shake it!

You think you're alive, but guess what!

You wouldn't know real if it ripped your eyes out!

Screw Satylite City!

Screw that plastic-ass hack,

that pathetic pedo Plutono-bitch!

And the whole goddamn Onederworld.

I wanna see that eye in the sky burn!

We need a revolution.

Somebody get him off of the stage!

Fuck you! See you in hell!

Enjoy him while it lasts, Sister.

Euri.

I had to see you.

Euri, it's... It's O'Dessa.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Disturbed.

Look.

I'm in there.

I'm in there.

This is gonna stop.

Right now.

Don't move.

I'm gonna make this right.

Ugh.

The runt.

What does your dusty ass want?

He ain't your property.

You know I scraped his pathetic ass off the street.

Gave him a life.

That boy is a needy little leech, and he will let you down.

We belong together. It's destiny.

When I was just a wee thing,

a wild dog attacked me.

Vicious bitch sank her daggers deep into my poor innocent leg.

I picked up a stick,

jabbed it straight into her brain.

And now, every step is a reminder

of the cruel and perverse universe that we live in.

"Immoral" of the story.

Bite the bitch before the bitch bites you.

- I'm taking him away from here.

How dare you?

There once was a singer with ten little fingers.

Oh, she played the guitar so fine,

but she put her grubby hands on the wrong bitch's man.

- And now she's got nine. - No. No, please. Please.

Nine.

This ought to shut your ass up.

She's gone.

Enid?

- Hell yes.

It's bad luck for the bride and the groom to see each other before the big moment.

All right, all right.

Okay, go.

Hey, remember, four o'clock sharp.

I wouldn't miss it for the world, baby.

What you forget?

Huh? I told you it's--

- You ran away. - No! Please. Please!

Don't touch me!

Get your hands off-- No! No!

- O'Dessa! O'Dessa!

I guess we have a classic case of cold feet.

And here, the prodigal son returns.

- Oh, little rambler,

where are you going? Little rambler.

Euri! Euri, where are you?

Tonight, the Veiled Villain, Euri Dervish will dance for his life

on the season finale of The One.

Euri!

- Leave me the hell alone!

The heavens have spoken.

I have been waiting for you for seven generations.

Your people cut that instrument from the tree's burning body.

What?

You have been chosen.

I need to get to Euri.

You have the power inside you already.

Please, tell me how.

As the Seventh Son, you possess the Seventh String.

If I sing my song on that stage...

I can save Euri.

You can do more than save him.

You can bring light to the darkness.

The time has come.

- It is your destiny. - Destiny.

From Onederworld, in front of a live studio audience, The One.

Plutopian party people!

Put your palms together for His Highness in high-def.

The Amadeus of Chaos.

The Divine Comedian.

The Showman Shaman.

The man of our dreams. Plutonovich!

Stop! No trespass! Stop!

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the stage the teen queen of your screen.

The First Lady of Onederworld.

Priscilla!

And now it's time to face the music.

And entertain the judge, jury, and executioner.

Bringing to the stage the Veiled Villain Euri Dervish.

Order in the court. Order!

Euri Dervish,

you are on trial for taking my name in vain.

That pathetic--

...Plutono...

You're gonna now dance for me and my Priscilla

like your life depends on it.

Because it does.

- Dance for your life. - Dance for your life.

Stop right there!

- Get back here! You can't go in there!

Stop!

You gotta stop!

You're doomed for!

- Euri Dervish, you are-- - Stop!

- Wait! No, please! - O'Dessa!

- Get back!

Get out of here!

Get your hands off of her!

- Leave her alone! - Euri!

- Shut up. Shut your trap! - O'Dessa!

- No! Please! Euri! - No!

O'Dessa!

Who do you think you are?

I'm O'Dessa Galloway, sir.

I am... I'm the last of the Ramblers.

I've come here to perform a song for you in exchange for Euri's life.

I believe I'm the One.

Oh, well, why didn't you say that in the first place?

Priscilla, my darling, our search is finally over.

This little peach is the One.

You are zero!

You are a hollow surrounded by a vacuum wrapped in a void.

You are nothing. Nothing from nothing! Comes from nothing!

Are you sure, Prissy?

Okay, buttercup.

Ladies and gentlemen, there has been an 11th hour change of plans here tonight,

on request of my better half.

This guitar-playing gate-crasher

- will be our final contestant!

But there is one stipulation.

We are taking it to the extreme.

Sudden death round!

If Ginger here does not entertain the court,

I will hit my buzzer

and she will be incinerated on-site.

So, still wanna play, little lady?

- Yep.

- Why...

- ... don't we...

- ...up...

...the stakes?

If you really are the One, as you say with such confidence,

then you'll only need one string to sing your song.

- But first, a word from our sponsors.

All right. Strike the stage. Move it!

- Coming through. - Moving on.

We'll be right back with more of The One.

The eye in the sky, fueled by your Plazma,

the eye in the sky, the power center of Onederworld,

the eye in the sky,

- the light of your life.

Praise Plutonovich. Praise Plutonovich.

Hey, kid.

Good job out there.

Hit all your marks right on cue.

Felt real.

On air in one minute. On air in one minute.

God, they're insatiable.

What are you talking about?

The audience.

More, more, more.

You gotta feed the beast.

There's no end to it.

Ah, this isn't for me, it's for them.

What you mean?

The world is a smoldering ruin, O'Dessa.

And I'm offering these poor bastards a small comfort

as they take their final breath.

So, remember, don't bore us, get to the chorus.

Or...

Ladies and gentlemen, broadcasting live from the heart

- of Studio One in Onederworld. - Come here.

Put your hands together for the man

- of the hour, Plutonovich! - Get out.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's sudden death time.

Will Plutonovich be moved?

Give it up for the 11th hour song

of O'Dessa Galloway!

And now, the moment of judgment.

Sometimes the most nourishing part of the apple...

is the worm.

O'Dessa Galloway...

you are...

- the One!

Yeah!

One wish.

Euri.

- No. - Facejob.

O'Dessa, you idiot saint.

Euri? Baby?

You walked right into this one. Followed the bait all the way.

There can only be one winner, which means all the rest are losers.

Sweet destiny.

Really, folks, I mean, is there anything more hopeless than a hopeless romantic?

- Is there?

Good.

Now, bow down, doggy.

Bow down to Daddy.

You see, folks, this is how you find out who really has what it takes to be--

Stop her!

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the stage

the teen queen of your screen.

The First Lady of Onederworld. Priscilla!