UnpublishedWriter
Gatchamaniac
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Registration Date: 31-08-2009
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The harried head of Imagi glowered at the young man hovering in the doorway. "What is it, now?"
"Sir, there's a bunch of ladies -- and a couple of men -- here who want to speak to you about the Gatchaman movie."
(Japanese equivalent of 'Oh, dear God, why me?' uttered.)
"Actually, their ideas are pretty good, sir."
(More Japanese wibbling.)
"Sir, they aren't going away. And one of them is talking about sharp pointy things."
"Will they go away if I talk to them?"
"There's a good chance of it."
"Very well."
Two hours later:
Maddy - We're writing the script!? (Starts panicking.)
UW - My brain just froze up. All the ideas went bye-bye.
Tatsunokofan - We did it to ourselves.
(Group wibbles follow, after which pens and paper are purchased, laptops warmed up, and TB, Springie, and the other artists are given art supplies. Local food delivery places are made very happy. People passing by the room hear giggles, arguments, exclamations of various sorts.)
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08-08-2010 10:33
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