Imagine a serious drama. The tension mounts as we reach the conclusion. There's been deception, betrayal, murder. The audience is gripped by the final confrontation. Protagonist against Family Enemy. There's no going back.
The Protagonist yanks open the desk drawer to reach for the gun. The next line is:
"I'll kill you. I'll kill you with my father's gun."
The drawer is empty.
On top of the desk is a bowl of fake fruit. The Family Enemy registers the flush of panic on the Protagonist's face and sees him reach for the bowl of fruit.
"I'll kill you!" He screams as he advances. "I'll kill you with my father's banana!"
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Yes, We Have No Propmasters
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