(FADEIN: El Arco Iris is sitting in a grassy patch in a sunny park-type setting. He’s in his mask, a rainbow tie-die tank top, and green corduroy shorts.)
El Arco Iris: El Arco Iris isn’t that bothered about the past, El Arco Iris is never ever bothered by the past. It’s the present that frightens El Arco Iris, because El Arco Iris has made a startling revelation. Maybe it was that revelation others have been trying to make El Arco Iris see for a long, long time.
(Iris plucks a lone daffodil from the ground next to him and observes it carefully, almost lovingly.)
Iris: For about a year El Arco Iris has stood for a symbol of all that is right in the world. Trying to deviate from the norm and instead try to make a difference for the better in people’s lives, trying to give back to the public who spends their money to try and escape from the troubles of their day-to-day lives. El Arco Iris has offered to help people overcome the sadness and rancor that grips their helpless hearts. But then the revelation struck.
(Iris crushes the dandelion with a hateful fist. He soon begins plucking dandelion after dandelion out of the ground and throwing them away angrily.)
Iris: Nobody wants help. Nobody, and El Arco Iris took this long to finally see it. El Arco Iris could offer release for anyone in the world and nobody would take it. This world is full of people who just would much rather wallow in existential emptiness if it meant material satisfaction than actually try and pursue meaningful happiness! No matter how hard El Arco Iris tries, no matter how much of El Arco Iris’ blood, tears, or sweat are soaked into that canvas mat night after night and month after month, nobody takes anything El Arco Iris says or does to heart. They’re all BLIND! They’re blind but of course they’re too blind to SEE that they’re blind! They’re shackled by their own stubborn hatred and refuse to let me offer them the key that could break the locks with a simple turn! It’s not worth the effort anymore. If I people can’t help me help them be happy, I have no choice but to throw up my hands and say “no more.” Maybe, just maybe, if El Arco Iris can retain the slightest ounce of faith in humanity, they will realize the error of their ways and maybe not reject the only one who can open their cursed eyes!
(Iris stops plucking dandelions and turns towards the camera.)
Iris: Dodd…Dodd, Dodd, Dodd…You’re another drone stuck floating down the river Styx along with the rest of them, but your sight is probably more foregone than anyone else. Another product of mass-produced individuality, the one who’s obviously so much more special than everyone else we’ve all seen before. There was a time El Arco Iris would have believed you had the potential to be special, something exceptional, but as long as you continue on the path you’re on you will never be anything more than words and a pretty face. El Arco Iris knows this first hand…you will never be the messiah of ANYONE or ANYTHING until you can learn to be your OWN messiah. You’ll get a smile on your face, for sure, Sebastian Dodd, you will learn that nothing can be saved for you because you are doomed to a self-condemned fate. El Arco Iris will let you live on in your own illusion, though, because that’s the closest damn thing to happy anyone will get as far as El Arco Iris is concerned!
…Hey, you, camera monkey! Put that down and get El Arco Iris a damn Mars bar! El Arco Iris could go for some chocolaty happiness of his own right about now…
(Fade to Rainbow)