Outtakes
*****
"Anddd... action!"
This is Jean.
Right now, she's looking turning her head this way and that, critically appraising herself in a mirror.
"AARGH! OHMIGOD A ZITTT!!"
"CUT!"
"AAAAARG! (hyperventilate)"
*****
"And... action!"
Kit's in his shoebox, sitting by his windowless window watching Windows startup on his computer. There's a slight breeze, followed by a faint tinkle and a truncated scream from somewhere far below.
Windows XP loads up absent-mindedly to the desktop before hurriedly remembering to pop up a blue screen of death and force Kit to reboot.
Reboot.
Pause.
Kit's in his shoebox, sitting by his windowless window watching Windows startup on his computer. There's a slight breeze, followed by a faint tinkle and a truncated scream from somewhere far below.
Windows XP loads up absent-mindedly to the desktop before... hurriedly remembering to pop up a blue screen of death and force Kit to reboot.
Reboot.
Pause.
Kit's in his shoebox, sitting by his windowless window watching Windows startup on his computer. There's a slight breeze, followed by a faint tinkle and a truncated scream from somewhere far below.
Windows XP loads up absent-mindedly to the desktop before hurriedly remembering to pop up a blue screen of death and force Kit to reboot.
Reboot.
Pause......
"CUT!!! SOMEONE GET THE COMPUTER GUY, BLOODY WINDOWS !@$!ING PIECE OF ***T!!!"
*****
"and... action!!"
... opalescent pearls of glittering sweat bead her lower ribs and slide slickly down her taut, sculpted midriff, streaming in wet rivulets between her straining thighs as, sitting astride him she arches her back, lost in the intensity of the moment. Her fingernails rake his chest as she throws back her head, and her long auburn hair fans out in slow motion....
pause.
"uh, guys, I really need a pee..."
"CUT!!! ok, make it quick."
*****
"And... action!"
"WHO THE F*** DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"
"Oh, good. Well I have a message for you, from the Resistance."
There's a faint "snk" sound as the sword penetrates BG Lea's chest.
"Ahahahahaahahaheeeheehohohoho"
"CUT!!!!"
"I'm sorry, I'm ticklish..."
*****
"And... action!"
"WHO THE F*** DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"
"Oh, good. Well I have a message for you, from the Resistance."
There's a smooth metallic hiss as Coat whips his sword from its scabbard, and plunges...
"Ahahahahaahahaheeeheehohohoho"
"I haven't even hit you yet!"
"CUUUT!!!!"
"Sorry, pre-empted it... I won't do it again, I swear."
*****
"And. Action!"
"WHO THE F*** DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"
giggle.
snicker.
Coat's drawn sword wavers in the air a bit before both he and the BG break into howls of laughter.
"AHAHaahahaAHAhaHEHEHEHAHEHEHEHOHOOHOHOOOOo"
"CUT!!!! What the **** IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE??!?!"
*****
"And... action!"
"WHO THE F*** DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"
"Oh, good. Well I have a message for you, from the Resistance."
There's a faint "snk" sound, and then BG Lea's gaze travels slowly and uncomprehendingly down towards the sword handle protruding from his breastbone. It's the last thing he ever sees...
"CUTTTT!"
"What? We did it right that time what."
"Nono, very stiff, no good. Do it like this (hands wave around wildly)... do it like you have feeling, lah."
"mutter. sword in my chest... talking about feeling i'll give you feeling... mutter"
*****
"Action."
Shimmer.
Suddenly a pale, lean man in a billowing black overcoat, black boots, and black shades and shiny black hair falls stylistically out of the sky and lands dramatically on splayed legs and the fingertips of one hand, concentrating stylishly at an imaginary spot on the floor. He looks up at our assembly of heroes. (stylishly, of course)
"Sh*t. I think I just sprained my back..."
"CUT!!!!"
