Somewhere in the Detroit Multiverse...

There you sat in the interview room, the bright lights shining above your forehead. You didn't want to do this interview in full honesty. You dreaded it in fact. All because of who you would be interviewing, none other than your childish, past self Slim Shady.

Despite stopping him as Rap Boy weeks earlier, the portal from 2002 never reopened, leaving Slim stuck in the present year. From this, he had to witness the “horrors” of the modern world, wokeness and all.

Tapping your foot impatiently on the floor, you were beginning to lose your cool. “When is this motherf##ker coming?” You angrily muttered.

And, as if hearing that as his cue, on the other seat across from you, static began to appear. The universe if you will, was teleporting Slim right in front of you. Then you finally hear his high nazeled voice, taunting you,

“Guess who's back? Back again. Static Shady's back. Tell a friend.”

“Oh dear God,” You mutter.

“HI, my name is….Chika Chika, SLIM SHADY!”