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“Everybody! Shut the FUCK up!” Tyler, the Creator said, even though all was silent in Domo’s mom’s Volkswagen Toureg. “Fins” was on. Everybody in Odd Future fucking loved goddamn “Fins,” and would never disrupt the sanctity of the song by not shutting the fuck up. Silently, the entire crew danced to the song, pantomiming being dolphins and other rad shit like that. Everybody thought it was, like, double rad. Except for one person.

“Earl!” Left Brain grunted as the song ended. “Why the FUCK were you not dancing?”

“I dunno dude,” Earl Sweatshirt said. “Isn’t Jimmy Buffett kind of lame?”

Tyler, the Creator brought the vehicle to a screeching halt. Left Brain punched out the window of Domo’s mom’s Toureg (they all called Domo’s mom “Momo Genesis”).

Twenty minutes later, Earl Sweatshirt was belted to a chair in Hodgy’s basement, toothpicks propping his eyelids open. Tyler nodded, and Taco popped in the Margaritaville DVD. It was time somebody got reprogrammed.

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