Monday 22 January 2007

Room to breathe

EXT. SPACE-AGED PALACE.

A GUARD, WEARING AN IMPRESSIVELY SCI-FI SUIT OF ARMOUR AND HELMET IS STANDING TO ATTENTION BY THE PALACE GATE HOLDING A DEADLY RAYGUN.

THE GUARD'S HELMET IS METALIC AND FEATURELESS, WITH NO HOLES FOR BREATHING OR LOOKING OUT OF.

AFTER A MOMENTS STILLNESS, THE GUARD APPEARS TO LOOK AROUND, AS IF MAKING SURE NOBODY IS LOOKING.

ONCE CERTAIN THE COAST IS CLEAR, THE GUARD SQUEEZES OUT A LONG OFFENSIVE SOUNDING FART, ONLY SLIGHTLY MUFFLED BENEATH THE ARMOUR.

RELIEVED, THE GUARD SHAKES IT OFF AND STANDS RIGIDLY TO ATTENTION AGAIN.

AFTER A MOMENT, THE GUARD APPEARS TO PANIC. UNSURE OF WHERE TO TURN AND GASPING FOR AIR, HE DESPERATELY TRIES TO REMOVE HIS HELMET.

THE GUARD FREEZES, THEN FALLS TO THE GROUND UNCONSCIOUS.

FADE OUT.

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