They're on the cutting edge of miscommunication.
By Ben Joseph, Patrick Cassels & Owen Parsons
INT. DREADLORD SINISTER'S OFFICE
RICH bursts in, out of breath.
Dreadlord Sinister! Sir! There's
been a prison breach-
What did you say!?
Yes, I'm sorry, I don't know what-
I can't hear people who aren't on
my new holopad!
Dreadlord gestures toward a LARGE, CIRCULAR PAD. Rich
reluctantly steps on. An EIGHT-INCH, BLUE, SEMI-TRANSPARENT
version of Rich appears on Dreadlord's desk.
Sir, I'm sorry to report that three
guards were killed in the escape.
Oh! Oh, that is just delightful.
It's like you, but in three
Sir, there's a dangerous Kandarian
Lizard Hunter loose on level four-
Look at me when addressing me!
Rich, realizing what he's talking about, stares into empty
space, aligning his hologram's gaze with Sinister's.
I need your order to deploy
Don't you think there are more
Like the giant pencil in your head!
Sinister is poking a pencil through hologram Rich's head.
Oh, you must be in AGONY!
OK, fine, I'll conference dispatch
in on the pho-
-HOLOphone. Eh? Ehhh?
Now how do- The guy said-
Dreadlord, confused, fiddles with his console. Next to
Rich's, a hologram of an ALIEN wearing an apron pops up.
Oh, sorry. Wrong number-
Actually, do you have BLTs?
The alien responds with more gibberish.
Oh, really? What do you have?
Read it to me. I have time.
Rich stares at Dreadlord, stunned. LARRY bursts in. We
momentarily glimpse laser blasts and a few screams outside.
Sir! We don't know how he got a
gun, but he's a really good shot.
Hey! Is that new HoloView Max?
He pushes Rich off the pad and jumps on.
(doing "robot" dance)
I'm a robot! I'm a robot!
(re: the hologram)
A- a tiny one.
Dreadlord laughs. He pulls a glass of water over.
Quick, bend over.
Larry nods and bends at the waist. His hologram bobs its
head into the water like a Drinking Bird toy.
Hey, have you seen my new desk toy?
Gee, Your Darkness, I hope there
aren't any giant hands around.
Giant hands? What are you--
Dreadlord lowers his palm on top of Larry. Larry raises his
arms and reacts in mock horror.
AH! IT'S THE HAND I WAS AFRAID OF!
Rich sighs, shoves Larry off the pad, and takes his place.
Okay, jeez. Calling security.
Dreadlord tunes in a SECOND HOLOGRAM. It's a KANDARIAN
LIZARD HUNTER holding the severed head of a security guard.
[Threatening alien speak.]
Is he OK?
Carl, are you OK?
Don't worry, I have a plan.
Private! Squat into action
Rich does a small squat, ready for action.
Turn 90 degrees.
Rich, still pumped, obliges.
Now thrust with your hips.
Sir, sorry, why am I--?
Dreadlord and Larry laugh as Rich's hologram humps the
Lizard Hunter's hologram.