DALLAS, TEXAS. DAYTIME.
WEBSITE FORUM/SUBFORUM COMEDY SENSATIONS JOHNNY TITTER AND ARTHUR PILCHARD ARE LYING ON TOP OF A GRASSY KNOLL, OVERLOOKING A SUBURBAN STREET. ARTHUR IS AIMING A HIGH-POWERED SNIPER'S RIFLE IN THE GENERAL DIRECTION OF AN APPROACHING MOTORCADE.
ARTHUR: I'm gonna f***ing KILL 'IM!
JOHNNY: (Nervously) Arthur? Are you sure this is the right thing to do? I mean, I know he's been stealing those characters that we created and sleeping with our pets and all, plus that thing with the lemon curd and your mother, but don't you think this might be a bit, well, you know, a bit extreme?
ARTHUR: I DON'T F***ING CARE! F***ing comedians! Think they can do what they effing well like! Well, he's got another think coming!
ARTHUR FIRES OFF SIX RAPID SHOTS AS THE MOTORCADE GOES PAST.
JOHNNY: Arthur! He's not in that car, he's in the one behind!
ARTHUR: Oh shit.
FADE
