Vixen Myer/Transcript

Transcript for Vixen Myer.

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''We suddenly cut to a doctor's office. A fifty something doctor along with a withered old man is seen. The doctor is looking through some papers in his hands.'' He stops and faces towards the old man. DOCTOR: You have inoperable lung cancer. We cut to the old man, wearing a hospital gown, who is billionaire Bill Famoman, founder of a spatula company which has made lots of profit. Bill has a confused expression. BILL: What does that mean? CUT: The doctor, who also has a confused expression. DOCTOR: Well... Bill starts to look confused. DOCTOR: Ugh, fine. You're gonna die. ''Bill starts to look angered. He starts shaking his head slowly. He proceeds to stand from his medical bed, albeit struggling to maintain balance.'' <p style="text-align:center;">BILL: <p style="text-align:center;">That's a bunch of bullshit I tell you! <p style="text-align:center;">The doctor has a shocked expression. <p style="text-align:center;">''Bill starts walking towards the entrance of the office. He almost trips attempting to walk to the entrance. <p style="text-align:center;">He turns around and points at the doctor.'' <p style="text-align:center;">BILL: <p style="text-align:center;">I'll find a way I tell you! I'll find a way! <p style="text-align:center;">He leaves and slams the door. <p style="text-align:center;">''CUT: A tube television. Bill is seen sitting on a chair on screen, frowning. Classical music is playing. <p style="text-align:center;">We start zooming in on the television.'' <p style="text-align:center;">BILL: <p style="text-align:center;">Hello. My name is Bill Famoman. I am mostly known as the co-founder of Famospatula Incorporated. Quite recently, some little buggers in my body have been trying to destroy me physically. <p style="text-align:center;">A stock gasp sound effect is heard. <p style="text-align:center;">BILL: <p style="text-align:center;">But i'm not letting those cunts get me! <p style="text-align:center;">Bill chuckles. <p style="text-align:center;">BILL: <p style="text-align:center;">I got the amazing idea to make my science colleagues construct a robot for me! <p style="text-align:center;">Blueprints for a robot are shown on screen. <p style="text-align:center;">BILL: <p style="text-align:center;">But you, my customers may be thinking, "Why build a robot?", well it's as simple as this. <p style="text-align:center;">A demonstration of the robot is shown, showing a brain being put into a robot and the robot suddenly working. <p style="text-align:center;">Bill is shown on screen again. <p style="text-align:center;">BILL: <p style="text-align:center;">BUT...we can't do this without a budget. My boys have estimated we'll need about perhaps 10,000,000$ to create this. <p style="text-align:center;">''An address is shown on screen. Somber piano music then plays.'' <p style="text-align:center;">BILL: <p style="text-align:center;">Please. Consider making a donation to us, it's for a great cause. <p style="text-align:center;">Bill closes his eyes and the screen fades to black. <p style="text-align:center;">Then, we cut to a white wardrobe, and hands come on screen to open it. <p style="text-align:center;">VIXEN (Voiceover): <p style="text-align:center;">Willow Myer, 33 years old and the proud owner of my own spatula company. <p style="text-align:center;">The wardrobe opens to reveal many similar pieces of clothing, a suit jacket, shirt and a skirt. <p style="text-align:center;">VIXEN (Voiceover): <p style="text-align:center;">But People call me Vixen, they seem to liken me to a fox. Don't exactly agree but it's a nice name I guess. <p style="text-align:center;">More coming soon.