Kylie Jenner sits at her makeup table staring at herself in the mirror and applying her eighth layer of contour. Suddenly, a dim lightbulb goes on in her head. She takes out her phone to call her manager.
"Hey, I just had the dopest idea for a trailer for my new lip kits! Just watching the trailer for Beyonce and Jay-Z's On The Run Tour and make it exactly like that, except instead of Jay-Z I want to have some trashy Instagram models, and instead of wearing a a cool outfit and driving a classic car I want to wear a Louis Vuitton do-rag and tight pants to show off my silicone ass and drive a Rolls-Royce with a custom King Kylie license plate so everyone will know how nouveau riche I am. Get on that quick!"
She hangs up and smiles. "So dope," she says to no one in particular. She makes another call to the boss at her sweat shop.
"How are things going?" She asks.
"Pretty well. We got all the lip glosses from ColourPop and we're putting your label on as quickly as possible. A couple people got heat exhaustion, but they're here illegally so it's not like they can sue" replied the boss, laughing.
"Perfect," Kylie smiles and hangs up. "I am such a good businesswoman," she thinks to herself as she puts in her color contacts and gets ready to take a picture with some detox tea to post on Instagram.
