The Sex Lives of John Turturro and Amanda Bynes

I Flew!

I was in a room with John Turturro and we were supposed to have sex. Saddam Hussein was sitting in the corner of the room supervising the event. I was completely disgusted and freaked out so I ran away and locked myself in the bathroom. While I was in there trying to clean myself up I was having a lot of trouble breathing. I figured it was because the room was really steamy from someone taking a shower in there. I frantically tried to finish washing my face, and every second I was in there it got harder and harder to breathe and I was eventually wheezing. As I wrestled with the door handle to let myself out I wondered why Theo wasn't there to help me.
When I got out of the bathroom Amanda Bynes was in the living room with an entire camera crew. She had decided she wanted to do something nice for her boyfriend and so they were going to film some kind of porn together. She walked around the room and put on a dildo that she came across. She walked up to look at herself in the mirror while wearing it. Upon seeing herself wearing a dildo she had some kind of epiphany, and was suddenly mortified that she was doing this in front of all these people. She started crying and ran out of the room. Her manager was standing there watching it all happen, and as Amanda ran by her I caught a glimpse of the managers face. She was crying and felt so bad for Amanda.
I decided I had to get out of here before they tried to make me do anything else. When no one was looking I pulled on a pair of pants and a shirt, and when I looked in the mirror I noticed my head was shaved again, and I liked it. I decided to escape out the window, and looked out to see if I could make it. We were on the second story but there was a big awning that I could grab on to. I scaled down it and made my way into a side yard, and after climbing through some plants I was out on a residential street. I decided that running wasn't fast enough and that I had to fly.
I pushed off from the ground and kind of swam up into the sky. Eventually the harder I tried the better I got at flying until I was moving pretty freely around the sky, going higher and higher and then occasionally diving down back toward the ground. As I flew, people on the ground pointed in amazement. I told them I could show them all how to fly, and a lot of people were interested in doing so. They climbed up onto a telephone wire and I began instructing them.
I was rescuing a little boy from his house. His family had been infiltrated by bad people who were trying to kill him and his little brother. The three of us were now on the roof of his house while the family was inside eating dinner. We were trying to climb off the house without them seeing us. The boy's name was Doobie, and for some reason his little brother was just a plastic doll. I told Doobie to put his arms around my neck and I would just carry him that way as we climbed. I also told him to do exactly what I say. I was trying to give him instructions, and for some reason I couldn't get my words straight so I was confusing him a lot. Eventually he just got so upset that he decided to leave and try to make it on his own. I tried to hand the little brother to Doobie, but he left before I could get the brother to him. I was now alone in front of a window and for some reason to avoid being seen I had to jump inside and hide in there. The good members of the family saw me go by and tried to carry on the conversation as if nothing had happened. I hid on a bed in the corner of the room that was covered in soda cans and bread. One of the bad guys was also sleeping there. A big yellow truck pulled up outside and the bad guy sitting at the table tried to read what it said on it. He squinted and slowly read "C...S...I...", then everyone freaked out because this meant that they were caught. The house started to explode, and I had a view of flames being reflected in the visor of the CSI's riot gear, with the bad guy's face in the background wearing a sneer.