Darranak stopped for a sec. "We have?" he said. "Well, I mean, they already let me go, but I thought I was gonna have to break you out. Um, well... that was easier than last time."
"I haven't and I can't!" Zayne shouted. "Help! Please?"
"You realize I could leave you here, right?" Darranak said. "But I won't! Beacause I love my TSR method! And, well, I'd probably get stipped on payday." He gave his heyena-on-crack laugh and went back to crazy blasting.
"The beauty and genius of a work of film
may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished fiction
may yet again inspire the screenplay-writer
; but when the last individual of a race of living directors, of artists,
breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again." -William Beebe, modified in memorial of the twentieth century
Su'cuy, vod, kar'laylirdarasuum me'suum!
Star Wars: The Plastic Director's Cut!