A chronology of my attempts at creative writings, and my attempts to present those to the world at large (ie selling them)
Thursday, August 13, 2015
[Script] Unfood - Page 12
CONTINUED: 12.
JUDGE (cont’d)
it is. You knew what you were
doing. And now you are going to
pay for it.
ACT 1 SCENE 3
SCENE – BUSINESS OFFICE – INTERIOR – DAY
A man sits at a desk and slowly moves in front of it.
GERALD
Hello there. My name is Gerald
Danes. I’m hear to speak to you on
behalf of the new Confederation
government.
He sits down on the desk and crosses one leg over another.
GERALD
As most of your are aware, public
health care is a right in in the
Confederation and as such, you’re
all going to get access to
it. But as you are also aware,
there are certain individuals that
feel it is their prerogative to
take advantage of the
situation. For them...
He stares back at the camera in a close up.
GERALD
Being fat isn’t merely a problem
but a badge of honor. They flaunt
their ability to bribe the system,
to corrupt it in a mockery of the
purity of what it really is. But
we can’t allow them to succeed at
that. Every time we have tried to
regulate their weight, they have
found a way to get around it.
Patriotic music plays in the background. He salutes and
salutes at the camera.
GERALD
Well no more! Now we have come up
with a solution that will take care
of the problem once and for
all. Now we have created the Fat
ship. This mobile prison is
specially designed to foil even the
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