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Post by Isiah Zombie on Sept 8, 2009 21:50:43 GMT -8
There goes the screenplay... I mean neighborhood...
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Post by mrg on Sept 8, 2009 22:00:16 GMT -8
idiot.
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Post by Isiah Zombie on Sept 8, 2009 22:06:09 GMT -8
So you want me to do all the writing?
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Post by mrg on Sept 8, 2009 22:13:58 GMT -8
If by "you" you mean "me" then yes, I want you to do all the writing.
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Post by Isiah Zombie on Sept 8, 2009 22:27:45 GMT -8
Alright. I'll succumb myself in my lair (basement) and type up a manuscript within five years. When I'm done with the exhausting ordeal, I'll let you stamp your name on it and make millions out of my misery.
...IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!
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Post by mrg on Sept 8, 2009 23:35:15 GMT -8
No. This is actually one of those times where I want to write it too. I need to pull myself up and start doing something with my life. No more cocaine for me!
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Post by Isiah Zombie on Sept 9, 2009 0:04:42 GMT -8
Whoa hey now, there's no need to get off the cocaine so soon. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now, I'll write the intro, chapter 1, 2, 3 and... well, I'll write the whole thing. You could write the foreword, appendix and "message to the reader" section.
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Post by mrg on Sept 9, 2009 16:13:16 GMT -8
I didn't know screenplays had chapters, or messages to the reader. Or a foreword.
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Post by Isiah Zombie on Sept 9, 2009 17:04:25 GMT -8
And you want to begin writing one? Wow... you have a long ways to go, son...
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Post by mrg on Sept 10, 2009 21:51:17 GMT -8
How long a ways do you have to go?
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Post by Isiah Zombie on Sept 10, 2009 22:28:04 GMT -8
I read "Screenplay for Dummies." I know everything I need to know.
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Post by mrg on Sept 10, 2009 22:49:18 GMT -8
Maybe you should work on getting your story back to me instead of writing inconsequential screenplays.
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Post by Isiah Zombie on Sept 11, 2009 0:31:54 GMT -8
Nah I'll stick to the screenplay.
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Post by mrg on Sept 11, 2009 15:38:20 GMT -8
Well done.
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Post by Isiah Zombie on Sept 11, 2009 17:49:58 GMT -8
[[EL VAQ MISADVENTURES -- SCREENPLAY]]
FADE IN:
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Dressed to impress, MR. G and IZZY pass shops which are closed for the evening as they stroll along a downtown sidewalk.
IZZY So what's the plan, man?
MR. G Tonight we get some tail.
IZZY Tail as in animals, or tail as in food?
MR. G Tail as in ladies.
IZZY Should I have worn my green beret?
MR. G I hate to say it, but the tails may laugh at you.
IZZY Dude, when you and I walk in a room side by side, people don't laugh at me ... they laugh near me. Nice tie by the way.
MR. G Hey, this is my lucky tie. My chick-magnet tie. I'll have you know I've been bound to many a bedpost with this tie.
CUT TO:
EXT. BAR - NIGHT
A sign out front reads "Get your singles ready: Strippers tonight." Gathered out front are a few STRIPPERS, wearing black and mumbling to themselves as they rehearse poetry in near silent monologs.
IZZY Look, it's a great tie. I was kidding. Jeez you're a freak tonight. Now, let's go inside and drink a whole lotta beer. Let's just hope they let you in with that tie.
MR. G Oh crap! I forgot my wallet. You wouldn't happen to have 70 dollars worth in singles, would you?
IZZY Why do you need so much? Just look at those strippers. They have chick-staches. MR. G Who cares? I would motor boat the bejeezus out of those massive mammaries.
STRIPPER Hey you! Are you coming in or what?
IZZY Whoa! Is she talking to me or you?
MR. G. Me of course! The home team scores! My lucky tie comes through in the clinch once again!
STRIPPER I'm a sex goddess. Boys don't know how to react around me, the poor things.
MR. G. Alright, I'm going in! Slow motion scene of Mr. G running to the entrance of the bar with "We Are the Champions" playing in the background.
CUT TO:
INT. MM'S OFFICE - DAY
MM Wake up! Mr. G wake up!
MR. G. Huh? What? Where am I?
MM You've been sleeping in my office for the past 10 minutes. This is the last I leave you in here unattended.
MR. G So there aren't any strippers?
MM What are you talking about? Get back to work. We have a lot of incompetant workers who need you to monitor their every move. Now GIT!
Scene zooms out of MM'S OFFICE to show the entire newsroom. Staff writers are frantically running about and papers are scatterred across the floor.
IZZY Welcome to reality, freako! Bwahaha!
MR. G NOOOO!
FADE OUT.
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