As The Grateful Dead and Phish and Deadmau5

As The Grateful Dead and Phish and Deadmau5 all jammed out the audience couldn't stop taking the mega dose LSD/MDMA pills that where being handed out in giant tubs by a guy in a

guy. The man in the mansuit was Richard Simmons inside the Naked Wizard from Coachella. The Grateful Dead and Phish and Deadmau5 shot rock lasers at him to elevate his consciousnes

to the level of "Hologram". Richard Simmons and Tupac were so inspiring that everyone was elevated to their level except me. Was I the last one breathing? Their wisdom was beyond

me. On the holodeck, I saw Richard Simmons strike a yoga pose and say, "Say farewell to fat!" He'd traded his tank top and Dolfin shorts for a blue suit jacket and leather pants.

Richard Simmons ripped off his tear-away pants and started doing leg kicks to Queen's Fat Bottom Girls. "I'm Richard Effing Simmons, now let's get it on!"He yelled enthusiastically

and got his audience up and groovin' and burnin'. Braziers flamed and a calorie board lit up behind Richard Simmons as toned young calorie cops in leather caps and utility belts

spun the Wheel of Misfortune, which held awful photos of nekkid obese people. "Reach up, up,up for your dreams!" Richard Simmons. "Shake it off, people!" Glitter cannons

"I have something better to reach for" I stated. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a Glock 17. In a fit of rage, I began to shoot everyone in sight, until I had to reload.

"Shoot outside of the screen," the voice commanded me. I looked desperately around, but could find no edge. Where was this screen!? My gun clicked, and then the enemy was upon me.