Oh, in that case carry on good sir, and may you forever........forever......*turns to side* what the hell does this say? Survive? Survey? Surreal? Jesus Christ your handwriting is terrible. Screw this. I can't read the script, find yourself a new actor. *storms off of set* *gets in car* *drives to suburban house* *explains what happened to wife* *tells her it will be okay* *is actually really nervous about paying for child's medical bills because of her broken arm from trying to do a flip at an after-school gymnastics studio* *can't sleep* *lays awake until 3 AM* *sits up in shock* *runs to door* *grabs keys* *drives to apartment in nearby city* *buzzes up to apartment 4C* *gets let in* *rings doorbell* *door opens* "It was SURF! Surf upon a wave of satire and laughs my fellow man! I'm so sorry, I'll gladly be your actor, if you'll still let me that is." *writer accepts apology and everything goes back to normal* *credits roll*