[Script] Unfood - Page 15

CONTINUED: 15. FREIGHT Give it to me. BLOB hands Freight the schedule. BLOB The timing is precise. You will get only one shot. Still interested in taking the job? FREIGHT (beat) Yeah. I’ll take the job. ACT 1 SCENE 5 INT – INSIDE OF THE FAT SHIP BLOB’S QUARTERS. The Blob gazes left and right around shiftily. He wakes up in the middle of the night. He slowly gets up, trying not to make any noise and wake his room mate. He carefully takes out a lighter and raises it to the fire extinguisher. He lights the lighter. An alarm sounds through out the ship. The BLOB raises his hand and smiles with triumph. BLOB YES! SHIP’S CAPTAIN (V.O.) Attention crew, it has come to my attention that someone is trying to start a fire on the ship, probably in some misguided attempt at a distraction. BLOB suddenly appears very worried and scrambles to put the fire out. SHIP’S CAPTAIN (V.O.) Now, normally I’d be willing to take a change that this was merely a filthy lie and simply let you all asphyxiate but since most of you are ’VIP’s’ merely because you are rich, I’m obliged to follow the proper protocol in this instance. Which means that we’re going to drop your sorry asses down on the nearest planet and let the ship drift for the next ten months. Surprise!