Roger Gilmour

All we need to do is go to Des Moines Iowa, confront the demon, and get our friend back.

Syd the horse

How on earth do we do that?

Roger Gilmour glances at him. He gestures to Ringo the Racoons car. There is gas in the tank, no one is going to be the wiser. The car is a sharp red, with wheels.

Syd the horse

Oh.

He turns to Roger Glamour. Roger gives him a thumbs-up as Ringo walks up to them.

Ringo

(greeting towards them)

What's up my dudes?

Roger Gilmour

(turning to Ringo)

You're going to drive us to Des Moines.

Ringo gives him a "What are you talking about ?"

Ringo

No.

We see a car smashed into a tree. All of the characters are sitting on the ground. Ringo gives an ashamed look as he is the one who has crushed it.

Ringo

Let's call an Uber.

Roger

You weren't sober, were you?

Ringo grabs a phone call from Roger Gilmour.

Ringo

(taps into it)

There we go.

Roger crosses his arms and glowers at Ringo the raccoon.

Roger

Unbelievable. You were how high?

Ringo

Just a few grams.

Roger

Of what exactly?

Ringo

I'm not telling you.

Roger groans and throws his hooves up in the air. They wait for the uber to arrive.

The uber pulls up to the two characters. We see a massively curly head pop up.

Driver

'Ello!

All three characters get in the car.

All three

'Ello!

Ringo puts on his seatbelt.

Ringo

To des Moines!

The driver doesn't respond.

Ringo

We would like to go to des Moines.

The driver

That doesn't seem too bad.

The uber starts up, which surprises all three cars.

All three characters

Huzzah!

Surely, it will take them a couple of hours to go to De Moines.

Ringo

No distractions.

Smash cut outside of a night club. The uber is parked outside the nightclub. The driver is seen sobbing inside of the car. Ringo is seen emerging from the smoke. He walks down the stairway.

Without thinking Ringo slowly removes several pieces of his clothing. He is dressed in leather pants. He walks up to the congregation, seemingly shirtless.

He dives into the group of the animals. The group of people begins to writhe. It looks like hell on earth. The scene is very flashy and over the top. He grabs a bottle of wine and chugs it down until there is no more left.

He tosses the bottle offscreen.

One of the animals begins to grab his crotch area. He begins to surrender to his desires, by allowing the swarming congregation to overtake him. Ringo begins to swim in the sweaty bodies slamming into each other. Ringo slams into the floor, have been pinned down on the concrete by one of the club-goers. He gave a satisfied grin as the animal moves down on him. His body is a train that finds itself speeding into a tunnel. His senses allow him to passionately kiss his assailant. His paws move towards the camel's hump.

Ringo gave out a scream of pleasure. Inside he felt like the worst person alive. It felt degrading, but he wanted to feel something. He wanted to feel anything but nothing. He grimaced as he moaned. He hated this. He felt sick, that there was something wrong with him. If he was touched one more time, then the feelings of sickness would disapparate. It made him feel sick. He was disgusting, he was disappointed in the fact that he didn't control this urge that had overtaken him.

It felt sickening. Instead of complaining, he swallowed his pride. He swallowed something else, but pride was more important. He dug his claws into the camel's back. The camel yanked the tufts on his fur. He felt so proud. At the same time, He felt like it was an urge he couldn't control. He felt as though he needed control, and this was the way to gain that sense of control. The yank was painful, but he deserved that.

He deserved to be punished. He yelped pleasure as he responded to the camel's actions. He felt the members of the club grab him, which was something he surrendered to. He allowed the many bodies to grab him, pull him, and twist him. One of the members yanked his tail which he registered as arousing. He whined.

Afterward, as he left the writhing bodies, he crawled out of the club scene.

He curled up into a ball. He didn't want to think about it anymore. His body was weak and torn. In a moment of exhaustion, he sniffed the air. How could he continue with this?

He felt as if he could take no more. But what was the point of searching for something if he couldn't find it?

It felt so exhausting.

He took a breath, as he passed out on the side of the night club. He had to keep going. He drugs his body throughout the building's alleyway. He crawled his way out the alleyway. He looked out as he recognized the car in the driveway. His uber. He kept crawling. He crawled towards the uber as if he was in a war he could not win.

He pulled himself up to the car. His claw weakly rose as if to pull the doorway open. He yanked it up, making the car beep very loudly. The uber driver woke up with a loud start. He turned to face the Racoon who looked like a zombie. The Uber driver had been crying.

The raccoon

"What am I supposed to say?"

The driver

It's awful. I can't stop crying.

The raccoon

Turn on the radio.

The radio

Remember feeling depressed is completely valid.

Syd speaks up from the back of the car.

Syd

It's complete nonsense.

The raccoon does not realize that Syd has been sitting in the car.

Syd

Just be grateful for what you have?

The raccoon gives a sharp laugh. He looks as though he went through a torture machine.

The radio

I was like you...

The radio

I was a famous YouTuber who felt worthless...

Syd rolls his eyes.

The radio

I got a million subs, and people were commenting on how " I wished I had that many subs."

Syd

This is why I don't paint.

The radio

I was going to destroy myself...then I thought of my younger brother.

The radio continues.

The radio

Did I mention that I was a Youtuber?

The radio continues.

The radio

Did I also mention I used to watch anime?

Syd

What nonsense.

The radio

Then everything changed when I met my friend. She taught me how to be kind. She said that I am your friend.

The radio

Lesson 1

The radio cont.

The radio

Open up yourself.

The radio continues.

The radio

Always give people a chance.

Syd rolled his eyes at the concept of the radio.

The radio

People are kind.

Syd scoffs at the radio.

Syd

This is complete and utter bollocks.

The radio cont.

The radio

Tell people how you feel.

All three animals in the car

(in unison)

No!

The radio cont.

Syd

I will do no such thing.

Radio

Assess your mental age.

All two of the members look at the car in complete shock.

The radio

I know this sucks.

The radio cont.

The radio

I was sixteen and still stick after that girl refused to invite me to that party.

The radio continues.

The radio

Let go of that.

The radio cont.

The radio

I let that control my life. That was dumb.

The radio cont.

The radio

Go out there. Life is about the creation of life. Discovering yourself every day is what makes us human. To the people who hurt me, I say thank you. I have a bunch of resources in the description below. Hopefully, this series wasn't too hard for you to listen to. I honestly think to talk about this was kind of therapeutic. If you have any stories, my Instagram handle is *static* my Tumblr is *static, and my snapchat is *static*. Make sure to like, and subscribe.

Syd turns off the radio. Syd slumps over the car seat.

Syd

Do you see that?

None of the car members look at what he's pointing at.

Syd

"Everything is so like and subscribe to my channel" or "follow me."

Syd continues to rant.

Syd

This is why I left the music scene several years ago. There are no honest people in those days and these days.

The driver tries to intervene.

The driver

That's not true.

Syd interjects.

Syd

Yes, it is.

The driver starts crying because he is clinically depressed.

Syd

The entertainment business is stupid! Syd signs this, Syd doesn't play this. Syd, do this interview. Your just a puppet in a machine, Syd. You don't think about "true art" of expressing yourself. It always follows the man, or follow the music executive. You live this tiring life, and it's awful.

Syd takes a choking breath.

Syd

What's the point of trying if you can't do anything right?

The driver starts to sob even harder.

Ringo

Your bandmate said you had a psychotic episode.

The radio

People are kind.

Syd scoffs at the radio.

Syd

This is complete and utter bollocks.

The radio cont.

The radio

Tell people how you feel.

All three animals in the car

(in unison)

No!

The radio cont.

Syd

I will do no such thing.

Radio

Assess your mental age.

All two of the members look at the car in complete shock.

The radio

I know this sucks.

The radio cont.

The radio

I was sixteen and still stick after that girl refused to invite me to that party.

The radio continues.

The radio

Let go of that.

The radio cont.

The radio

I let that control my life. That was dumb.

The radio cont.

The radio

Go out there. Life is about the creation of life. Discovering yourself every day is what makes us human. To the people who hurt me, I say thank you. I have a bunch of resources in the description below. Hopefully, this series wasn't too hard for you to listen to. I honestly think to talk about this was kind of therapeutic. If you have any stories, my Instagram handle is *static* my Tumblr is *static, and my snapchat is *static*. Make sure to like, and subscribe.

Syd turns off the radio. Syd slumps over the car seat.

Syd

Do you see that?

None of the car members look at what he's pointing at.

Syd

"Everything is so like and subscribe to my channel" or "follow me."

Syd continues to rant.

Syd

This is why I left the music scene several years ago. There are no honest people in those days and these days.

The driver tries to intervene.

The driver

That's not true.

Syd interjects.

Syd

Yes, it is.

The driver starts crying because he is clinically depressed.

Syd

The entertainment business is stupid! Syd signs this, Syd doesn't play this. Syd, do this interview. Your just a puppet in a machine, Syd. You don't think about "true art" of expressing yourself. It always follows the man, or follow the music executive. You live this tiring life, and it's awful.

Syd takes a choking breath.

Syd

What's the point of trying if you can't do anything right?

The driver starts to sob even harder.

Ringo

Your bandmate said you had a psychotic episode.

Syd turns around to face him.

Syd

What?

He looks hurt.

Syd

Oh, the refusal to work, and the constant pranks?

Syd

(argumentative)

The only reason I shut down was that I was so exhausted.

His eyes well up with tears. He begins to talk even faster, almost unintelligible.

Syd

Did roger say that?

His words began to become very rapid. He begins to struggle with speaking.

Syd begins to sob.

Syd

I didn't-

His words were cut off by his sobbing. He clutches his stomach as he tries to control the tears that were flowing from his eyes.

Syd

I didn't-

He gives a small choke.

Syd

Psychotic episode...

Syd begins to sob even louder.

Syd

It was burnout.

He continues to sob even harder.

Syd

I was burnt out!

His words become unintelligible.

Syd

How could Roger-

He clutches his stomach.

Syd

This is why I hate people so much!

He spat on the floor.

Syd

People use you and use you until your no longer useful.

Syd begins to rub his eyes.

Syd

It's everything, isn't it?

Syd

(cont)

What's the point of working if you can't even do it right?

Syd

( Syd makes a soft whimper)

Syd

You know, my sister says I would've been diagnosed with Aspergers.

Syd

I don't understand people.

Syd continues his rant.

Syd

I don't understand all of the basics of playing the guitar. I just go do my own thing. The concept of following rules is just baffling to me. Why would someone follow the rules to something? It's just another cog in the machine.

Syd

( in tears)

That's why I hold the bass like a grenade

Syd gestures with his hands.

Syd

It is like a grenade when you think about it. It doesn't work the right way.

Syd

Why would he say that?

No one answers his question. The uber driver continues to sob because he is clinically depressed.

The uber driver

Sometimes I want to quiet the voice that tells me that this moment of happiness won't last with a major rock.

Syd

It doesn't make sense. Why would someone follow the rules?

The uber driver

Don't interrupt me!

Syd

I wasn't interrupting you!

The uber driver

I am having a moment. Why won't you feel sorry for me?

Syd

I don't.

Syd talks over the uber driver.

The uber driver

Erm, I'm in a lot of pain.

Syd

I am in a lot of pain as well.

The uber driver

Don't talk over me.

Syd

I wasn't.

The uber driver turns around to give Syd a wallop. Syd ducks.

Syd

Hey!

Syd continues to talk.

The uber driver

What's the matter with you? You are being very rude right now.

Syd doesn't respond to this accusation.

Later in the uber

Roger Gilmour is in the car with Ringo. Syd has fallen asleep in between them. Syd is murmuring in his sleep.

Syd

No, not that!

Roger Gilmour notices this. He does not seem to care. He taps the driver who is intently focused on the road.

Roger Gilmour

Erm, What's your name?

Without turning his head, the driver begins to speak in a monotone voice.

The driver

Hello Roger Gilmour, I am Brian Meow. I'll be your host this evening.

Roger looks at the rearview mirror. Brian's pupils are glowing intently. He seems to be intently focused on getting them to your destination. He seems, almost… possessed…

Roger

How do you know my name?

Brian meow continues to focus on the road.

A beat.

Brian Meow

I know a lot of things about you, Roger.

Roger does not respond to this.

Brian Meow

I know that your daddy died in the third world war. He was shot down, wasn't he?

Roger Gilmour

How do you know that?

Brian Meow shrugs.

Roger Gilmour

I didn't tell you how my father died.

Brian Meow continues to drive.

Roger Gilmour

Your not Daemen aren't you?

A beat.

Brian Meow

I also know you are trying to stop Daemen.

His eyes. They gave a soft glow in the moonlight. Roger began to stop smiling as he realized that this guy knew more than they let on.

Roger Gilmour

I told you, we're just three hippies going camping.

Brian Meow

In January?

Roger Gilmour

It's a hike.

Ringo pipes up from the back seat. Syd is still sleeping. He begins to drool quite briefly.

Ringo

Why do you want to know our destination?

Brian meow gives a brief chuckle.

Brian Meow

Just try to stop me, you idiots.