Lights... Camera... ACTION!!: A Hollywood Quest

One Man's DRMO, Is Another Man's...Treasure?:
One Man's DRMO, Is Another Man's...Treasure?:

Dave and Feet were busy modifying a discarded golf cart that'd been slated for disposal. They were fixing it up so it could function as a utility vehicle on set for Star Wars, even adding extra rigging on the sides to hold props (ie mirrors) in place to help it blend in if it accidentally got caught in the background. It was...more than a little slapdash, but it functioning pretty well for the most part.

As they were working, they talked about everything and nothing, from the current policies Reagen had put in place to a stupid conspiracy somebody had apparently tricked Feet into believing.

"I'm telling you, the guy who wrote Alice in Wonderland is Jack the Ripper!" Feet stubbornly insisted, offended at the very idea that really nice guy at the bar (who totally wasn't a poolshark) had lied to him.

"My man, if that guy was Jack the Ripper, he wouldn'tve stopped killing folk in the UK. That and I'm pretty sure–" said Dave from under the golf cart.

"What's going on?" Bruce interrupted, walking into the garage where Dave and Feet had set themselves up, surveying the room as they did so. Dave and Feet were elbow-deep in grease and wires, inspecting the golf cart with a critical eye.

"Good," Dave said, his voice muffled. "We're just getting this golf cart fixed up for the set."

Feet chimed in. "It's going to be perfect for carrying equipment and supplies around. And it was practically free!"

Bruce looked at the cart skeptically, unsure if it would hold up, but he trusted that Dave and Feet knew what they were doing. "Well, let's hope it works," he said with a little uncertainty. "But we've got some time before we shoot those scenes boys."


"Once upon a time, on the harsh desert world of Tatooine, there lived a humble farmer named Korm, a gruff but well-meaning man, and a neighbor (if it could be called that with the distances between their homes) to the Lars Family. Korm had heard rumors of the Imperials' recent activity on the planet, but he had never been personally affected by their tyranny. One fateful day, as he was returning from a supply run, he came across an unmistakable scene: the Lars homestead, where Beru and Owen lived with their nephew, had been attacked by the Imperials.

Korm was horrified by what he saw. The homestead had been ransacked, possessions were strewn everywhere, and there was no sign of Beru or Owen. He urgently searched the area, praying that they were still alive.

After what felt like hours of fighting the flames, Korm spotted their nephew Luke's return– How many more pages of this?" asked an exasperated George Lucas.

"Relevant to the script, none, but I have three pages of backstory." deadpanned Dave.

"All of this for a prop that might not even be in the movie– Bruce stop laughing!"


Basically the guys were modifying a beat up golf cart that was going to get thrown out into a UTV, having pulled out the back seat and given it a dumptruck-style truck bed. (I know the video says electric, but I was going more for look than function.
 
I Love You, I Know.
A happy yet doubtful Carrie: "I'm glad we managed to close the deal on both of the properties, but are you that confident about the development site?"

A nodding and confident Goose: "Yes, I'm sure. Carrie, just imagine: a place to develop more of Lucasfilm's special effects, a music studio all under our control, a studio to shoot all of the practical effects George and Dave can come up with, a dojo for me to coordinate all the stunts for our projects, a site dedicated to developing and promoting most of our products, storage for all of your prototype body pillows... You know we really should see if we can get more eyes on that idea while Some Nights is still in everyone's minds. I know you tried it out before, but that was then, and this is now. There might be some change in opinion now that everyone knows how talented my girlfriend really is."

A rose-cheeked Carrie: "That might not be such a bad idea. Still, is that all you plan on doing with the property? Expanding more of Lucasfilm's holdings?"

A shrugging Bruce: "Not just that. Carrie, this is 200 acres of land with which we can do anything we can think of. Maybe we use it to help expand some of Lucasfilm's holdings, or maybe we keep it for a couple of years and let its value get higher and higher so we can earn back double our investment. I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say the sky is the limit."

Raised eyebrow Carrie: "Sky's the limit, huh?"

A confident Goose smiles at the love of his life, brings her into an embrace, and looks out at their newly purchased plot of land as the sun sets on the horizon: "I honestly believe that when you and I are together, not even a galaxy far far away is out of our reach."

A glowing Carrie someday-to-be O'Brian snuggles up to her boyfriend: "Alright, then a galaxy far far away it is."


Goose raises his head to look down at Carrie with a loving gaze and whispers: "I love you."

The Princess of Hollywood gazes back at her beloved Goose and whispers: "I know."

The smiling pair then take one final look at their newly acquired land and head on back to their apartment complex to start scheduling the move to their family's new home.


I just wanted to write about how Bruce would try to sell this idea to a still doubtful Carrie. Then the plot bunny happened. I honestly give up with these two Diabetes-inducing Hollywood shakers. 🫠🫠🫠🫠
 
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Movie Pitch: Pitch: Saint Patrick's Battalion by Dave Alistair
Pitch: Saint Patrick's Battalion by Dave Alistair

Logline: In the days before the Wild West, a group of immigrant soldiers must choose between loyalty to their adopted country or their homeland, as they fight for their own identity and justice.

Synopsis: The Green Brigade follows the true story of the St. Patrick's Battalion - a group of Irish immigrants who fought for the Mexican army during the Mexican-American War of 1846-1848. Led by John Riley, a former US soldier, the battalion consisted of around 200 Irish, German, and other European immigrants who chose to fight on Mexico's side due to the racism they faced in the US Army.

The film begins with John Riley and his fellow Irish immigrants arriving in the US, only to be met with hostility and discrimination. They sign up to the military, hoping to prove their loyalty to their new country, but they soon realize that the army doesn't want them. They are treated like second-class citizens and are given the worst tasks.

Frustrated and disillusioned, the Irish soldiers desert the US army and join the Mexican army. They are welcomed with open arms and are given a chance to fight for a cause they believe in. However, they soon realize that they are fighting against their former countrymen and their loyalty is put to the test.

The Green Brigade is a story about identity, discrimination, and justice. It is a Western that explores the complex themes of immigration and patriotism in a time of war. Filled with its gritty action scenes and emotional storytelling, the film


George sat there in silence, reading over Dave's new script.

It was his third time doing so, the office lights flickering as candles in the late night, and yet...he couldn't put it down. He hadn't expected this from Dave, given his inclination to write heavily mythologized scripts that painted his personal demons in thick brushstrokes, so to receive one mired in oral traditions and folklore that highlighted the history of the matter to make it that much richer was surprising. It was unabashedly honest, and for all that the script was-

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- pretty rough around the edges, it still tickled parts of George's imagination.

Still...as he read on, a sense of hesitation began to grow within him. The Vietnam War was still raging on, and many Americans were already disillusioned by the conflict. Would audiences be interested in a film about a war that had happened decades ago, especially one that was set during a time of such national turmoil? George pondered this question for hours and then days. On one hand, he knew that "The Green Brigade" had the potential to be a great film that could shed light on a little-known historical event. On the other hand, he didn't want to risk releasing a film that could be seen as unpatriotic or divisive in such uncertain times.

Eventually, he'd had enough and made his decision....but for all he realized that the themes of the film were more relevant than ever, as they underscored the importance of tolerance and acceptance, and that the story of the St. Patrick's Battalion needed to be told, George also knew he wasn't the right person to bring this to life.

Hopefully, hopefully, he'd be able to convince Spielberg, Mr. Eastwood, somebody, to direct this film and make it a reality...and failing that [and as a last resort], find a way to adapt the Green Brigade to be a part of the Star Wars Sagas.
 
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A Draft of the Script of Star Wars
"Jar..Jar.." George Lucas reads the comment section in curiosity. "Jar..Jar.."

"Jar Jar!" He snapped his fingers in excitement. "I'll name my character Jar Jar Disagrees!"

"What about Jar Jar Binks?" Bruce suggests.

"That works fine!"

Inspiring old chap! Truly inspiring. I've taken the liberty of replacing every scene with Chewbacca with that of Jar Jar Binks. Here are some of them.



LUKE
What?

BARTENDER
Your droids. They'll have to wait outside. We don't want them here.

Luke looks at old Ben, who is busy talking to one of the Galactic pirates. He notices several of the gruesome creatures along the bar are giving him a very unfriendly glare.

Luke pats Threepio on the shoulder.

LUKE
Listen, why don't you wait out by the speeder. We don't want any trouble.

THREEPIO
I heartily agree with you sir.

Threepio and his stubby partner go outside and most of the creatures at the bar go back to their drinks.

Ben is standing next to Jar Jar Binks,an six-foot-five-tall creatureresembling a large frog with big, flappy ears similar to an elephant. His large amber eyes dominate a… well a face and soften his lanky and pathetic appearance even more than it already was.
Over his body he wears a cheap and loose fabric. He is a twenty-year-old Gungan and not much of a sight.

Ben speaks to the Gungan, pointing to Luke several times during his conversation and the gangly creature suddenly lets out a horrifying laugh. Luke is more than a little bit disconcerted and pretends not to hear the conversation between Ben and the Gungan.

Luke is terrified but tries not to show it. He quietly sips his drink, looking over the crowd for a more sympathetic ear or whatever.

A large, multiple-eyed Creature gives Luke a rough shove.

CREATURE
Negola dewaghi wooldugger?!?

The hideous freak is obviously drunk. Luke tries to ignore the creature and turns back on his drink. A short, grubby Human and an even smaller rodent-like beast join the belligerent monstrosity.

HUMAN
He doesn't like you.

LUKE
I'm sorry.

HUMAN
I don't like you either.

The big creature is getting agitated and yells out some unintelligible gibberish at the now rather nervous, young adventurer.

HUMAN
Don't insult us. You just watch yourself. We're wanted men. I have the death sentence in twelve systems.

LUKE
I'll be careful than.

HUMAN
You'll be dead.

The rodent lets out a loud grunt and everything at the bar moves away. Luke tries to remain cool but it isn't easy. His three adversaries ready their weapons. Old Ben moves in behind Luke.

BEN
This little one isn't worth the effort. Come let me buy you something...

A powerful blow from the unpleasant creature sends the young would-be Jedi sailing across the room, crashing through tables and breaking a large jug filled with a foul-looking liquid. With a blood curdling shriek, the monster draws a wicked chrome laser pistol from his belt and levels it at old Ben. The bartender panics.

BARTENDER
No blasters! No blaster!

With astounding agility old Ben's laser sword sparks to life and in a flash an arm lies on the floor. The rodent is cut in two and the giant multiple-eyed creature lies doubled, cut from chin to groin. Ben carefully and precisely turns off his laser sword and replaces it on his utility belt. Luke, shaking and totally amazed at the old man's abilities, attempts to stand. The entire fight has lasted only a matter of seconds. The cantina goes back to normal, although Ben is given a respectable amount of room at the bar. Luke, rubbing his bruised head, approaches the old man with new awe. Ben points the the Gungan who waves back.

JAR JAR
Mesa Jar Jar Binks. Mesa first-mate on ship dat yousa needs.

EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREET

Threepio paces in front of the cantina as Artoo carries on an electronic conversation with another little red astro-droid. A creature comes out of the cantina and approaches two stormtroopers in the street.

THREEPIO
I don't like the look of this.

INT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - CANTINA
Strange creatures play exotic big band music on odd-looking instruments as Luke, still giddy, downs a fresh drink and follows Ben and Jar Jar Binks to a booth where Han Solo is sitting. Han is a tough, roguish starpilot about thirty years old. A mercenary on a starship, he is simple, sentimental, and cocksure.

HAN
Han Solo. I'm captain of the Millennium Falcon. Jar Jar here tells me you're looking for passage to the Alderaan system.

BEN
Yes, indeed. If it's a fast ship.

HAN
Fast ship? You've never heard of the Millennium Falcon?

JAR JAR
Uh-oh! Biiiiiig Goober fish!

BEN
Should I have?

HAN
It's the ship that made the Kessel run in less than twelve parsecs!

JAR JAR
Ya-hoo!

Ben reacts to Solo's stupid attempt to impress them with obvious misinformation.

HAN
I've outrun Imperial starships, not the local bulk-cruisers, mind you.



EXT. DOCKING PORT ENTRY - ALLEYWAY

Jar Jar Binks waits restlessly at the entrance to Docking Bay 94. Ben, Luke, and the robots make their way up the street. Jar Jar Binks jabbers excitedly and signals for them to hurry. The darkly clad creature has followed them from the speeder lot. He stops in a nearby doorway and speaks into a small transmitter.

INT. MOS EISLEY SPACEPORT - DOCKING BAY 94

Jar Jar Binks leads the group into a giant dirt pit that is Docking Bay 94. Resting in the middle of the huge hole is a large, round, beat-up, pieced-together hunk of junk that could only loosely be called a starship.

LUKE
What a piece of junk.

The tall figure of Han Solo comes down the boarding ramp.

HAN
She'll make point five beyond the speed of light. She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts, kid. I've added some special modifications myself.

Luke scratches his head. It's obvious he isn't sure about all this. Jar Jar Binks rushes up the ramp and urges the others to follow.

JARJAR
Wesa little rushed, if yousa hurry 'board den me get us out of here.

The group rushes up the gang plank, passing a grinning Han Solo.


HAN
(to Jar Jar) Come here, you big coward!

Jar Jar shakes his head

JAR JAR
Nosa

HAN
Jar Jar! Come here!

LEIA
It's a wonder you're still alive.
(looking at Jar Jar) Will somebody get this big walking frog out of my way?

JAR JAR
Owowowowowa How wuude!


Luke and Han race down one of the cell corridors. JarJar speaks into the buzzing comlink.

JAR JAR
(sounding official) Yesa evytin good.

INTERCOM VOICE
What happened?

JAR JAR
(getting nervous) Uh... Wesa gun na wurk. no problem. uh, All good. Wesa fine. Wesa all fine. and you?

INTERCOM VOICE
We're sending a squad up.

JAR JAR
Uhoh big problem. Yud say wesa had problem? Wesa had boom de leek.. Big leek... bad.

INTERCOM VOICE
Who is this? What's your operating number?

Han returns and blasts the comlink which explodes. Jar Jar cowers.
JAR JAR
(screaming) WAHHA

HAN
Boring conversation anyway.


 
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TV Pitch: Silver Creek
TV Pitch: Silver Creek by Dave Alistair (Neo-Western / Thriller)
Logline: Father Gabriel, a man of unwavering faith, arrives in Silver Creek to lead the town's faithful, only to discover that the town's secrets may test even his devotion. Basically Supernatural if an Exorcist Priest was the main character.

Pitch:
Silver Creek is a supernatural thriller series that follows Father Gabriel's tenure in Silver Creek, a town full of secrets, haunted by the sins of its past. After losing his previous parish to a fire, Father Gabriel finds himself in Silver Creek, a town in desperate need of his leadership. The first season explores Father Gabriel's adjustment to this new community and the strange and supernatural events that plague them.

As Father Gabriel tries to lead the faithful in Silver Creek, he discovers secrets buried deep beneath the ground. Strange symbols appear, and the dead seem to come back to life, leading Father Gabriel to question his faith and his place in this unfamiliar town. He soon realizes that the town's ailments might stem from dangerous demonic forces, and that the only way to save the town is to face the darkness head-on.

As Father Gabriel delves deeper into the town's supernatural secrets, he realizes that the townspeople's sins may have invoked malevolent spirits. His own faith struggles as he comes face to face with temptation, betrayal, and evil. Silver Creek weaves together elements of supernatural horror with religious mysticism to create a gripping and unsettling series that keeps the audience on the edge of their seats.

The series will explore themes of faith, redemption, morality, and the darkness that lies beneath the surface of even the most peaceful-looking communities. [EDIT: Most occurrences are themselves commentaries on Civil Rights and Immigration.] An added element of psychological drama is added in that, for all perspectives but the Father's, the supernatural takes on a far more mundane appearance and explanation, leaving it up to the audience to decide whether the evils he battles are actually happening or metaphorical in nature.

Fade in:

EXT. SILVER CREEK TOWN - DAY

We see a dusty, barren town, baking under the scorching sun. The buildings are run-down, and tumbleweeds roll past. We hear the sound of a church choir in the background.

CUT TO:

INT. CHURCH - DAY

The choir is inside the church, singing hymns. The priest, Father Gabriel, is leading the service. He's a tall, gaunt man, with piercing blue eyes.

FATHER GABRIEL
(sermonizing)
In these troubled times, we must trust in the Lord's plan. Evil is all around us, but the Lord will be our light in the darkness.

CUT TO:

EXT. SILVER CREEK TOWN - DAY

A group of outlaws, led by a charismatic man named Cain, ride into town. They're heavily armed and dangerous-looking.

CUT TO:

INT. SALOON - DAY

Cain and his men enter the saloon, causing a stir among the patrons. The bartender, Bill, eyes them warily.

CAIN
(to Bill)
Whiskey. And make it quick.

BILL
(skeptical)
You boys here to cause trouble?

CAIN
(smiling)
No trouble, Bill. Just passing through.

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EXT. SILVER CREEK TOWN - DAY

Father Gabriel is walking down the street when he sees Cain and his men.

FATHER GABRIEL
(to Cain)
Welcome to Silver Creek. I hope you'll find peace here.

Cain chuckles.

CAIN
Peace? What kind of a man of God are you to believe in such a thing?

FATHER GABRIEL
(resolute)
I believe in redemption. For every soul, no matter how lost.

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INT. CHURCH - DAY

Father Gabriel is praying alone in the church when Cain enters.

CAIN
(sarcastic)
Father, I believe I could use some redemption. You think you can save my soul?

FATHER GABRIEL
(hopeful)
I believe that everyone has the capacity for salvation. You just have to let the Lord in.

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EXT. SILVER CREEK TOWN - DAY

Cain and Father Gabriel ride out into the desert together. They pass by a group of Native Americans, who eye them warily.

CUT TO:

EXT. DESERT - DAY

Cain and Father Gabriel camp for the night. They sit by the fire, with Father Gabriel reading from the Bible.

FATHER GABRIEL
(reading)
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want.

Cain looks at Father Gabriel with a mixture of curiosity and cynicism.

CAIN
(tentatively)
You really believe all this, Father?

FATHER GABRIEL
(conviction)
I do. And I believe that everyone has the capacity for salvation.

Cain looks down at his hands.

CAIN
(resigned)
I've done some bad things, Father.

FATHER GABRIEL
(understanding)
We've all made mistakes. It's never too late to turn towards the Lord and seek redemption.

CUT TO:

EXT. DESERT - DAY

Cain and Father Gabriel ride back into Silver Creek. Cain charges towards the saloon, guns drawn.

CUT TO:

INT. SALOON - DAY

Cain walks in and aims his guns at Bill.

CAIN
(to Bill)
I'm sorry for what I did before. I'm a changed man now.

Bill eyes Cain warily.

BILL
(skeptical)
You expect me to believe that?

CAIN
(desperate)
I just need a chance to prove myself.

Father Gabriel enters the saloon, standing behind Cain.

FATHER GABRIEL
(to Bill)
I believe that he is telling the truth.

Bill nods, and Cain lowers his guns.

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EXT. SILVER CREEK TOWN - DAY

Cain and Father Gabriel walk down the street together.

CAIN
(grateful)
Thank you, Father. I feel like a new man.

FATHER GABRIEL
(smiling)
That's the power of the Lord's redemption.

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INT. CHURCH - DAY

The church choir is singing as the townspeople and outlaws sit side-by-side in the pews. Father Gabriel is at the front, smiling.

FATHER GABRIEL
(preaching)
The Lord has the power to change even the most lost among us. We just have to let Him in.

The townspeople and outlaws nod and smile, basking in the serenity of the moment.

Fade out.
 
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Limited Series: Pyroclasm
Limited Series: Pyroclasm (Noir / Crime)

Logline: In the gritty streets of 1970s Chicago, a disillusioned detective must descend through the layers of a criminal underworld to track down a missing woman, facing the darkest sides of humanity along the way.

Pitch:

Pyroclasm is a compelling, stylish noir series that reframes Dante's Inferno as a modern-day crime drama filled with dark and gritty characters. Set in 1970s Chicago, the series follows an experienced detective who is on a mission to find a missing woman who has been taken into the depths of the city's criminal underworld. Our protagonist, Detective John Tennyson, is a hard-edge cop whose unyielding moral compass drives him down the treacherous path of corruption, betrayal, and violence as he uncovers a web of deceit and darkness. Each episode is a layer of the detective's descent towards the heart of Hell- the criminal mastermind responsible for the missing woman.

The episodes of Pyroclasm are a reimagined version of the nine circles of Hell depicted in Dante's literary masterpiece, with each episode representing one circle. The audience will explore themes of sin, the corrupting influence of power, and the depths of human depravity as Tennyson delves deeper into the criminal underworld. The 1970s Chicago setting is brought to life with neon lights, jazz music, and retro costumes, immersing viewers in the gritty and dangerous atmosphere of the city.

Fade in:

EXT. CHICAGO CITY - NIGHT

The city is alive with neon lights, honking horns, and the hustle and bustle of nightlife.

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INT. BAR - NIGHT

DETECTIVE JOHN TENNYSON, a grizzled and jaded Chicago detective, sits at the bar, sipping a bourbon. The TV in the corner plays a news report about a missing woman named HELEN.

BARTENDER
(to Tennyson)
You hear about that Helen lady? They say she was last seen with a bunch of lowlife criminals.

TENNYSON
(grimly)
Yeah, I heard. You know anything about where those guys hang out?

BARTENDER
(guilty)
I might know a guy who knows a guy. But be careful, John. Those guys are bad news.

TENNYSON
(determined)
I'll take my chances.

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EXT. WAREHOUSE DISTRICT - NIGHT

Tennyson pulls up in front of a rundown warehouse, lit only by a flickering neon sign that reads "The Limbo." He puts on his fedora, adjusts his leather jacket, and steps out of his car, clipboard in hand.

TENNYSON
(to himself)
How low can you go.

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INT. LIMBO - NIGHT

Tennyson enters the club, which is filled with smoke, strobe lights, and the sounds of jazz music. He surveys the scene, spotting the group of rough-looking men who were last seen with Helen.

As Tennyson approaches the men, a tall, lean man, who introduces himself as VIRGIL, appears out of the shadows.

VIRGIL
(to Tennyson)
You don't belong here, detective.

TENNYSON
(defiant)
I'm looking for a missing woman. I heard she was last seen with these men.

VIRGIL
(coyly)
I might know something. I'll help you find her. But first, you'll have to prove yourself.

Without warning, Tennyson is pulled into the twisting, labyrinthine corridors of the club, stuck in a dizzying game of cat and mouse with Virgil, leading to a violent showdown in the bowels of the club, resulting in Tennyson finally defeating his adversaries, but he discovers that Helen is not there.

CUT TO:

EXT. CHICAGO STREETS - NIGHT

Tennyson exits the club, defeated, as he sees Helen's friend, JESSICA, standing across the street.

JESSICA
(sarcastic)
You're a little late to the party.

TENNYSON
(angered)
Where is she?

JESSICA
(smiling)
She's not here. But I know where she is. The Ninth Circle. The worst of the worst.

Tennyson looks at her, realizing that the hunt for Helen has only just begun.

CUT TO:

INT. LIMBO - NIGHT

Virgil stands in the shadows, watching Tennyson leave.

VIRGIL
(to himself)
Your descent has only just begun.
 
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The Call:
The Call:

.... dialing phone.

Ring.....

....Ring...

Rin/*Click*

?: Hello, to whom am I speaking?

Deep breath.

Exhale.

Bruce: "Hey Cat, it's Bruce. Am I calling at a bad time?"

Cat: "Goose! No, it's fine. I'm not really busy at the moment. What's up? Are you doing OK? Last I heard from mom and dad you're doing great. They said something about you and Carrie getting a bit more serious. Need a bit of advice on how to seal the deal?"

Bruce: "First off, no I don't need advice to seal the deal, though it's appreciated. Me and Carrie are doing great, and before you ask yes I do have a plan. How about you and the family? How's my favorite niece doing?"

Cat: OH we're doing *insert info that Magoose allows*. As for your niece *again wait for clarification before inserting info*.

Bruce: "That's great. I'm really glad you're all doing so well back in the motherland. I'm glad I was worried for nothing."

Cat: "Bruce I told you not to worry. I just needed to do what was right for my family. You were doing great in Hollywood, and I'm glad it suits you so well. It just so happened that both mine and my family's place wasn't in Hollywood."

Bruce: " I understand Cat. ....But I actually need you to be honest with me about something."

Cat: "Okay, what? What's wrong?"

Bruce(Deadly serious Matt Mercer voice): "Tell me honestly how much was you not getting work in Hollywood you getting blacklisted, and how much was it them being afraid of what you know?"

Cat(Serious Big Sister whos also a Mom voice): "...Bruce, why are you asking this?"

Bruce(Still serious): "Because I know how talented you really are, and there's no way they could have succeeded in blacklisting you forever. Having gone against a multitude of efforts against them myself, I can confidently say that the O'Brian temper would have succeeded in the end. Instead I found that as I dug deeper into the why, the more confusing the answer got. As I segregated the bull💩 from the truth, the more it seemed like they were more afraid of you than angry. But what could make all these stupid elites so afraid of one woman?"

😠Cat: "...Goose..."

🧐Bruce: "The answer is quite simple when dealing with these brown-nosed scumbags. Secrets. For some reason you know those secrets and they didn't want this little canary to sing. So they stonewalled you, until eventually your dreams became less important than your family. And you couldnt really bury them without putting your family in danger of retaliation, especially given the situation you were in back then. So you left and took those secrets with you. They got to kick back and relax thinking they finally got rid of you, all while continuing to be a bunch of scumbags. Am I close?"

😤Cat: "...what do you want Bruce?"


Bruce: "Quite simple sister of mine. I want to know where the bodies are buried."

...Silence....



....Deep Breath....

Exhale....


Cat: "First, let's say I actually had something like that. Why would I possibly give you that?"

Bruce: "Because I'm going to war, I'm taking them all down and I want your help. Now you can either help me and see them die in the hole they dug, or stay quiet and regret it forever?"

Cat: "...I get first pick."
 
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Gotta Have Faith
Gotta Have Faith

On a late Saturday evening in her room, Carrie Fisher paced back and forth while anxiously keeping her eyes locked on her telephone on her nightstand. Carrie was engaging in the sacred tradition of relationship angst as she debated on how to address the current issue at hand, her wonderful boyfriend Bruce being a devout and faithful Catholic.



Okay, so on the grand scheme of things it might not have been bad as she made it out to be and for many Hispanic or Italian potential mother-in-laws it would be a dream come true, but it was still a cause of anxiety for Carrie on how she was going to move forward with Bruce.

After she had proposed making Some Nights with Bruce, she had a long talk with her mother that night where Debbie fully explained for the first time where everything went wrong in her marriage with Eddie Fisher as well as give advice on how she could avoid those mistakes with Bruce. It was very liberating to say the least to finally hear from her mom just what went down instead of the endless years of evasion and downplaying of the situation, to finally have closure and understand that it was never her fault for her father abandoning her, and that while their marriage gave life to her and Todd, that perhaps it was doomed from the start.

One of the lessons that struck a deep chord with Carrie was how religion had been an early conflict and a silent divide for the remainder of their relationship with Eddie being Jewish while Debbie was a Nazarene Methodist. While Debbie never once thought less of Eddie for his faith, her parents had very strongly disapproved. This played a small part in her rush to marry Eddie as well as explaining in part why Carrie's maternal grandparents were so rough and strict with her and Todd, as they most likely believed they were correcting their grandchildren.

Fortunately on the parental side at least, there wouldn't be any issues for Bruce and Carrie. Joseph and Sarah O'Brian welcomed Carrie with open arms in New York and didn't treat her with disdain because she wasn't a practicing Catholic or active Christian. Debbie didn't have anything against Catholics and liked Bruce just the way he was. However, Debbie had stressed that later down the line, they should have an open and honest conversation about faith and where they stood to prevent any wedges from being dug, especially if they were to raise a family in the far future.

It was an intimidating topic for Carrie who never gave much thought to religion at all recently. While technically she was a half-Jewish Methodist, she never really identified as either because her father never gave a damn about his own faith and never bothered to teach her and Todd, meanwhile Debbie in rebellion to her fundamentalist parents practiced faith freely and whenever she was in the mood. As such, Carrie's only religious experiences were tagging along with her Orthodox friends to synagogue services in support or sporadic Church hopping for Christmas and Easter. This left Carrie to identify as "A agnostic who'd be happy to be shown there was a God".

When Carrie first dated Bruce this wasn't an issue as he himself was a lapsed Catholic and didn't place too much importance on his faith. However on the eve of Debbie's divorce, something had changed and he started going back to Church. Then after she had returned from New York, Bruce had transitioned from a prodigal son to a faithful member of the flock. A part of Carrie wished there was something obtrusive Bruce could have done to give her an easy conflict to focus on, but for the most part he was still the same great boyfriend, just subtly changed in a lot of small details that started to add up.

At first it was delivering grace before meals, then it was saying prayers each night before going to bed, the hesitation before their first time, those quiet nights where he'd read the bible and then there were the Sunday mornings she'd be left alone at his place because he went to mass. He was never hostile in these times, and often he'd thank God for her or pray for her and her family's well being, but each of these moments that she was present for made Carrie feel like an intrusive stranger.

She didn't know if she wanted to convert or could convert, but Carrie knew she at least wanted to be at peace with Bruce's faith and support him with clear communication, especially if they ever one day had kids (A thought that sent Carrie scarlet whenever her mind even brushed the topic). She could talk it out with Bruce, but it was probably best to see for herself what Bruce's other love was and attend mass with him, though such a scenario left her scared that if she crossed the line and didn't enjoy it that it would mark the beginning of the end for their relationship.

After fighting a lengthy war of attrition with her anxiety, Carrie plopped down on her bed and called Bruce's apartment. After a couple of rings, Bruce picked up, "Hello, Bruce speaking."

"Hey Bruce." Carrie greeted.

"Hey Carebear, how's the job hunt going?" Bruce asked politely, referencing the past few days that Carrie had spent meeting with a score of producers who wanted the star of Some Nights to be in their next movie. It was a long and exhausting line of interviews and offers she had to deal with, and she had only gone through a fraction of those who were on the Carrie Fisher waiting list.

Carrie gave an exhaustive sigh, "It's fine, just gets really tiring and after a while all the scripts start to blend together. At this point I'm trying to decide if I want to do one, maybe two films before Star Wars, or get a bunch of television guest spots done over the winter. I'm leaning towards the latter so that way I'm not tied down and we can have the wedding soon." Carrie said, a happy flush rising on her cheeks at the thought of her going down the aisle with Bruce, a dream which was becoming more concrete with each passing day.

Although, thoughts of the wedding brought up the venue, which caused Carrie to become grounded and remember why she was calling.

"Listen Bruce, are you doing anything tomorrow?"

"Well I got mass in the morning and then after that I was just going to lounge and read. Why, you want to go on a date?" Bruce asked excitedly.

Carrie's instincts pushed her to say yes, though she steeled her resolve. "Actually, I was wondering…if I could go to Church with you."

There was a pregnant pause on the other end with silence as Carrie's only answer for a couple seconds, "Bruce, are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm here. So are Debbie and Todd tagging along…?" Bruce inquired.

"Nope, just me."

"THAT'S GREAT!" Bruce said, sounding as excited as a kid on Christmas. As if sensing Carrie's surprise, Bruce calmed down. "Sorry about that, just really happy you want to try it out. Although, I don't want you to go if you feel like I'm forcing you or you have to-" Bruce said sincerely.

"No, no. It's not that, but thanks for the thought. I was just curious what a Catholic service was like and I wanted to be there with you for one." Carrie said, hiding her more complex motivations.

"It's a shame I couldn't take you to Sacred Heart or an Irish mass but Saint Brendan's is pretty great. Good priests and lots of friendly people. I usually go to the eleven o'clock mass, is that alright with you?"

"Yeah it's fine. I assume I should show up in my Sunday best?" Carrie asked.

"Casual formal is fine, but I know you'll look great no matter what. I'll pick you up at ten or twenty after, after mass we can go out to wherever you want for lunch. Sound good?" Bruce asked.

"Sounds like a plan."

"Great. Thanks so much Carrie. Even if you don't want to go again I'm just really happy I can share this with you at least once." Bruce said sweetly, helping to comfort Carrie's fears and remind her that no matter what, Bruce would still be there for her.

The following morning Carrie dressed up in a simple green dress which stood in a fine median between elegant formal and pleasant casual. A yawning Debbie had been surprised to find Carrie getting ready so early on a Sunday morning until she explained that she was going to Church with Bruce which produced a knowing smirk and comment of it surprisingly happening later than she had expected. Fortunately for Carrie, there wasn't any strong opposition from her mother, only a promise that if she decided to convert, it was of her own wish and not to simply please Bruce, something which Carrie felt Bruce would agree with.

Around 10, Bruce had picked her up, dressed sharply in a suit and tie that Carrie would only see for the likes of film premieres and studio business. Throughout the ride to the Church, it was rather obvious that he was enthusiastic about her attendance, only a blind man would be unable to see the excitement radiating off of his body. Thankfully, throughout the ride he didn't try to begin to force her down the path of conversion, simply being thankful for the company while politely answering in full details any and all questions she had about the Church. With the kindness and patience that Bruce laced his answers with, Carrie felt her nerves start to dry away, a task that was aided by the friendly presence of John when they arrived who revealed that Bruce had convinced him to become a Church regular again after the whole Scientology fiasco.

Attending the mass alongside Bruce was an interesting experience to say the least. The service seemed to offer a middle ground between the strict traditions of Orthodox synagogue services and the free and spiritual services of the Protestant services her mother took her and Todd in infrequent Church hopping. It was all very structured and coded, but there was a lot of love in devotion in the worship carried out by most attending, an attitude heavily exemplified by Bruce who gave praise and thanks in a heavily pious manner that Carrie had previously been a stranger to. If Carrie had to describe it, the closest she could come with was beauty through order and ritual.

After Church, Bruce and John spent some time conversing with some of the fellow parishoners, all of whom conversing with the two as friends and fellow members of the flock instead of gawking at them as celebrities. Bruce took the time to introduce him to those he was closest to along with the pastor, and everyone at the very least seemed warm and welcoming, which was good. At the very least, Carrie took some enjoyment in the many frequent stories of how Bruce would go on in adoration and share loving tales of his girlfriend, something which turned the Goose very bashful, but made her happy that Bruce's love never seemed to waver.

Once that was done, John took his leave to go interview some bandmates, leaving Bruce and Carrie to unwind in his apartment and address Carrie's first mass over lunch.

"So...did you like it?" Bruce asked cautiously as he served his plate of spaghetti.

Carrie took some time to consider her words as she twirled her fork in her pasta, "It...was good I guess." Carrie replied, raising a curious eyebrow from Bruce. "I can't say I'm completely in love right away, and there's still a few beliefs and actions I don't get, but I can see why you like it and there are some parts I'm fond of."

"Let me guess, the choir?" Bruce asked, to which Carrie nodded.

"That was my favorite. Everyone had such beautiful voices and all the psalms were nicely operatic." The songs were all a very pleasant melody to Carrie's ears, and she could at the very least see herself one day sharing her voice to the chorus. "Overall it was nice, I'm grateful for how warm everyone was, but it's...a bit different." Carrie surmised.

She waited in patient fear for a few seconds, slightly apprehensive on how Bruce would respond, but fortunately it seemed to be more than enough for Bruce. "I'm very happy to hear that Carrie." He said, affectionately reaching out with his right hand to which she warmly gripped, "I know coming today was a pretty big step, and I don't want you to rush or attend weekly for my sake. What's most important is how you feel and what you believe in, and just know that whatever path you take, you have my full support." Bruce affirmed, erasing any lingering fears and doubts, assuring Carrie that no matter what she believed, she would never lose him.

For the next couple of months, Carrie attended Mass with Bruce every Sunday. With each passing week, she grew to become more familiar with the attitudes and teachings of the Church, and finally came to understand fully of the spiritual character of Bruce and what made him so devout and ready to believe. After Church, Bruce was happy to educate her further on the mysteries and tenants she did not understand, and when he prayed at their home, she no longer felt like a stranger trespassing on something sacred.

Talks between the couple also started to focus more on the wedding as the day of the question and its following steps came closer. Having attended multiple masses, Carrie grew comfortable and accepting of the idea of their wedding taking place during a nuptial mass, but one question remained unanswered. Would she walk down the aisle and exchange vows as a believer, or an outsider entering a mixed marriage? It was a issue that Carrie wished she could have had infinite time to answer, but then one day Bruce approached her in their new home and asked a question she could not delay or avoid any longer.

"Carrie, do you wish to convert to Catholicism?"

And in her heart she knew the answer.

A/N: The timetable for around this is around shortly after the release of Some Nights. The idea of the Omake isn't to fully take the place of the action, but to provide some context for possible success with Carrie having previously accompanied Bruce and knowing what she might get into, along with why she might say yes.
 
Pitch: Sleepless In Miami
Pitch: Sleepless In Miami by Dave Alistair (Satirical Comedy)

Our protagonist, Jack, is a struggling writer in the midst of the Great Depression who is having trouble sleeping. After trying everything to no avail, he turns to his neighbor, a bootlegger named Tommy, for help. Tommy provides Jack with an illegal drink he claims will help him sleep, and Jack finally sleeps like a baby. But, when he wakes up, he finds himself outside in the streets, in his pajamas, surrounded by chaos.

Jack soon realizes that the drink Tommy gave him was not for sleeping but instead a hallucinogenic cocktail, causing him to sleepwalk and see things that aren't there. As he continues to drink the concoction, Jack's sleepwalking adventures become more and more outrageous, leading him into speakeasies, police stations, and even on a high-speed chase with Al Capone.

Along the way, Jack meets other sleepwalkers who are addicted to these new mind-altering substances being sold by Tommy and other bootleggers. Jack becomes horrified as he observes the growing addiction and sees people's lives falling apart, including his own. He decides to take a stand and leads a group of society's outcasts, including other struggling writers and artists, to fight against the corrupt system and get Tommy and the others arrested.


Overall, the film's a commentary on addiction, drugs, and how society has viewed different drugs through the decades, the different cocktails and criminals being stand-ins for different illicit substances and politicians, respectively.
 
How to Train Your Cat
How to Train Your Cat

While you had absolutely no regrets about adopting Ginger, you had to admit that when you took her into your home, you were incredibly naïve about the demands and work that needed to be done for raising a kitten. While Ginger was a rather fun compansion to play with and keep company, if she was going to live with you as your pet, then she needed to be thoroughly trained to follow basic rules and become a civilized feline instead of a wild stray. Fortunately, her young age and seeming lack of ownership made Ginger a blank slate to educate, but it also meant that she had no formal training or foundation to work with. As an Emmy award winning Director, at the very least you had experience and made a partial living on directing and training humans, so Ginger shouldn't have been too difficult, right?

Step 1. Pick a Name

Once you realized that the stray you found had no possible owner and was on the verge of abandonment, you without hesitation decided to adopt the cat, but in doing so you needed a name. You spent nearly an hour staring at the young kitten as it cuddled and muzzled into your lap and chest, happy for the constant companionship. You cycled through every possible female Irish name, but nothing really spoke strongly and at the end of the day, she was a Scotswoman and not Irish. One thought that kept on being pervasive was how beautiful her fluffy ginger coat was, and for the past few days you referred to her to others as the ginger kitten.

A lightbulb popped in your head. "Ginger O'Brian?" You tested out.

As if answering to the suggestion, Ginger climbed up your body and happily licked your face in a loving ambush of kisses, the sandpaper-like tongue feeling both abrasive and sweet.

You gave your newly christened pet a kiss on the top of her head, "Alright, welcome to the O'Brian family Ginger."

Step 2. Sit

At the end of the day, the two most fundamental commands to cats and dogs were sit and stay, two words that might have been as foreign to Ginger as Chinese. With a couple bags of treats as arsenal, you began to kitty boot camp with Ginger. You commanded Ginger to sit, and then after, gently pushed her rear downward so she would be sitting on all fours. After each time Ginger successfully did so, you gave her a little treat. After continuous repetition, Ginger's early muscle memory was getting the hang of sitting as a reward, and once you had to forego treats every time she sat, you gave her high praise and affection, which seemed to be more rewarding than a snack. Although, for a good couple of weeks, everytime you petted Ginger's rear she would automatically get into a sitting position, so it took you a bit longer to make sit a verbal command instead of a physical one.

Step 3. Stay

Out of all of the training, this one was probably the most physically exhaustive and emotionally difficult. As you would come to later find out, Scottish Folds were an exceptionally empathic and affectionate cat. No matter what you did, Ginger always loved to be in your company and simply seeing you in her peripheral vision seemed to light up her life and joy as if it were Christmas. Having perhaps heavily over indulged in loving affection and attention in her first few days, whenever you trained her to stay, Ginger could not understand the concept of seperation and rushed immediately to you, at best sitting still only to break her statue stance whenever you started to go out of vision, with her rushing in a frenzy to follow. Not having the energy to go into a war of attrition with a cat, you decided to simply train her by leaving your apartment or room, and whenever Ginger didn't keep up or stayed in her spot, reward her with treats. However, if you were gone too long, Ginger started to whine and cry, feeling as if she was being abandoned. Thus you had to take multiple short trips outside of your home to get Ginger used to the idea that staying and being alone wasn't a bad thing and you would always return, and once Sit was drilled in she at the very least learned to stay in one spot and was comfortable doing so when you were in the room. Hopefully having Natalie around and lots of toys would distract from any isolation or feelings of absence.

Step 4. Food

After discussing with your new veterinarian and the cat owning employees of Lucasfilms, you started Ginger's meals with some wet kitten food, and as she grew older, took to introducing her to small smacks of fish, cut meat and eggs and sippy cups of broth to get her used to natural food to help her grow strong muscles and bones. It was very easy to get her to associate her meals and bowls with food, though keeping her off the table and away from kitchen food proved to be a troublesome task. It also came as a very great shock to learn that milk in heavy contrast to Warner Bros cartoons, was actually very bad for cats and made their stomachs upset. You couldn't believe that the Looney Tunes and Tom and Jerry would spend decades propping such dangerous propaganda. What's next, Beagles weren't black and white like Snoopy?

Step 5. Litter Box

Ginger's first couple of days were very accident prone and you had to dedicate a good deal of time to scrubbing the foul odor of urine and poop from the floors and carpets. After you purchased a litter box and kept it in the living room corner, Ginger could now conduct her business in peace, but for the first couple of weeks you had to be vigilant and whenever Ginger was antsy, rush and quickly carry her to the box. Eventually Ginger was able to understand what the litter box was and went to the restroom on her own, especially with treats as a positive reinforcement. Unfortunately, after you moved to your new house, you let Ginger go to the bathroom in your extensive yard, and while she was able to take the hint and started vocally requesting to head back, her markings seemed to offend Natalie as an intrusion over her territory, and for a good week or two the Dalmatian and Fold engaged in a war of the toilet to claim your yard.

Step 6. Bed/Boundaries

For the most part you were pretty content with Ginger having free range of the home, though you did have to have a few clear boundaries set up. This issue mainly concerned with the kitchen which had an array of sharp knives, feline-poisonous food, and other hazards you didn't want Ginger to come into contact with, and the bedroom as while you didn't mind Ginger sleeping or laying on the bed, you didn't want any intimacy with Carrie to be interrupted with Ginger's presence. Fortunately the solutions were easy enough. Placing double sided tape over the kitchen counters and island between meals forced Ginger to associate the kitchen with uncomfortable stickyness, and you were able to find a large pillow bed for ginger which when sprinkled with some light catnip and toys, became one of Ginger's favorite places to lay and sleep. Fortunately, Carrie was able to provide a rather humurous and easy solution to keeping Ginger distracted when she was unpacking her body pillows in the new home, and Ginger happily pounced on the Radar pillow and gave it heavy love and affection with endless cuddles, scratches and licks.

Step 7. Carrier Box

To help Ginger get ready for travel, you had to get her used to the idea of a carrier box. Covering the box in soft blankets and small fluffy pillows along with some toys, you were able to bribe ginger with treats to get in, and then every now and then, would take small drives around LA so she could get used to moving around in the box. Fortunately it was a rather simple task with Ginger simply napping or playing with her toys inside of the box, although she would grow so comfortable that she started to use it as a napping sight.

Step 8. Walk

With walks with Natalie being a rather happy and simple occasion, you hoped to apply the same with Ginger so that you could take her to the park and the two of you could have a happy time. Unfortunately, you learned intimately why people walked with dogs and not cats, as while dogs were obedient and happy to travel in straight lines, Ginger was a frenzy explorer and climber, never staying on the path and always doing her best to zoom off and search for something fun. After her leashed collar prove to be essentially useless in keeping her in-line, you had to buy Ginger a harness and play tug of war with your red adventurer. After a few trips to the park, you decided to postpone walking until Ginger was older due to the hot California summer pavement not being good for her paws, and the constant rush of children or dogs making the trips a nervous wreck of an affair. If anything, this served as one of the main reasons for buying Coldwater Canyon, as the quick transition to a house with three acres of yard space would give Ginger plenty of space to run around and play in private peace and comfort.

Of course the next time you went shopping at the grocery store, you found yourself faced with a tabloid article while in line that revealed in bold headlines how the badass Bruce O'Brian was a cat person with a kitten for a pet instead of a lethal Pitbull or German Shephard.

Step 9. Scratch Post

With Ginger's claws starting to come in and her kitten curiosity causing her to test them out whenever she could, you had to rush to the pet store and buy some scratch posts or else you'd have to replace all the leather in your house. Despite the scratch post being a staple of the modern domestic cat, when you plopped the post in your room, Ginger looked at it in fear and intimidation like it was a intruder, refusing to stay near it without your prodding. No matter how many times you tried to push Ginger to the post and use her paws to scratch on the post, Ginger refused to budge, even with the bribing of treats.

Finding yourself in a losing battle no matter how many ways you approached the issue, you decided to best teach by example. "Come on Ginger, there's nothing to be afraid of, even Daddy uses the scratch post see?" You then crawled on your arms and legs, and comedically scratched the post all while doing your best impression of a cat.

"Meow, meow, meow!" You cried out, happily scratching on the block while Ginger looked at you like a lunatic.

You continued scratching along with eliciting a number of meows and soft purrs for the next few minutes to try and coax Ginger into it, and surprisingly found the activity to be rather soothing.

"Bruce?"

You froze in a state of fear and eerily cocked your head towards the source of the disturbance. your eyes locked with a mortified Debbie who must have arrived unnoticed while you were engrossed in your practical instruction. At her side, Todd broke out into hysterics and was rolling on the floor and busting his gut laughing.

Of course it was only after being caught in one of the most embarrassing moments of your life by your in-laws that Ginger actually tried out the post and took a liking to it. You became convinced that letting her tear up the furniture would have been the better outcome.

Step 10. Living with a Dog

Lastly and the final step you were working on, getting Ginger and Natalie to live together as sisters of sorts. Thankfully due to a lack of history with cats, Natalie was never hostile or viscious towards Ginger from the beginning, but the two's clashing personalities tended to make some conflict which would push you or Carrie to intervene. Ginger as a happy and curious kitten with an endless bundle of energy had no sense of boundaries and frequently attempted to coerce Natalie into play when the elder doggo often wanted to relax or take a nap. Ginger would often steal Natalie's toys or see the Dalmatian as one giant toy for her to have fun with, her favorite activity being "Catch the Spots" where she would try to capture Natalie's black spots for herself, which created a game where Ginger's soft paws swiped at Natalie. Natalie on the other hand had a difficult time understanding Ginger's size and temperament, treating her as a puppy and getting a bit annoyed when the free spirited Ginger wouldn't follow her lead like one. There was also some visible feelings of jealousy with the baby Ginger loving Carrie deeply as her mother and vice versa. Finding the loss of her affection monopoly to be a rather intimidating experience, the once easy going and calm Natalie became a rather clingy puppy, constantly shadowing you and Carrie and demanding to be babied and showered with endless love.

Entering the living room and finding the two O'Brian "Daughters" to have an ongoing staring contest with Natalie observing in a pouncing lion's position and Ginger gazing back from the armrest of the couch, you exhaled a strong sigh as you did your best to plan on how to best raise your blended family.
 
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