A chronology of my attempts at creative writings, and my attempts to present those to the world at large (ie selling them)
Thursday, August 20, 2015
[Script] Unfood - Page 14
CONTINUED: 14.
BLOB
The confederation really is
everywhere, isn’t it?
FREIGHT
Fuck you.
BLOB
Seriously. Stop it. I’m planning
on paying you enough money that you
should be nice to me.
FREIGHT
Fine. You look handsome.
BLOB (LAUGHS)
I said be nice to me, not lie. OK,
do you know what you’re dealing
with here?
FREIGHT
I can imagine. But at the same
time I’d like to hear the
particulars.
BLOB
Right. So here is the deal. The
place is a fortress. It has all
kinds of sensors to detect any kind
of food but I know a material that
can shield your ship.
FREIGHT
Good. I’m still not sure though.
BLOB
500000 coins.
FREIGHT
That’s double your last offer.
BLOB
Its worth it.
FREIGHT
Fine. Fine, I’ll do it. Do you
have a departure date?
BLOB
I do.
(CONTINUED)
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