I'll write the screenplay and co-direct with Cat_race. Bamnan can do the music. Who wants to do the other stuff?
but apart from that it's a cast of relative unknowns.
then shut down production
just because you have a manic depressive and hyper excitable teaming together to make a movie
aye it's basically the team behind the canyons all over again so far innit. i'll be james deen
and make inappropriate comments
You can be fluffer.
If, however, it's a success I want full acknowledgement of my weighty contribution.
Thank god because what DiS really needs is more manic depression
Start earning your corn.
I'm going to need to source club nights with wacky names and a lot of grotty bedrooms, stat
And anyway, Scout is Scout.
Get a grip, coco.
okay i'm location. seems like a cool job
my mum's maiden name is Vaginastorm so it's nothing to do with her okay?
I'm sick of you defending her all the cunting time.
But we still both love you very much.
That will never change.
so location scout and Scout are both my roles
I'm not sure in retrospect what I meant by that.
I'd like to second you as Executive Producer.
And I've put it in capitals, look.
All actors are poshos
the eccentric villain?
It can't go wrong.
Neutered by the following silence, he farted nervously.
and by that i mean i have photos of you
"Hey moousee stop acting like a duck!"
"But I am a duck."
*The chair slowly swivels to reveal a duck*
Yes... he is a Duck.
I'm going to take legal action if i am *NOT* represented in this film
Nobody say anything.
A documentary about the sort of people who use a forum to escape real life and cope with a hostile and unpredictable world would be quite poignant and interesting, probably been done already right?
starring Nicolas Cage as Cat_race and Cat_race's identical twin brother, Dog_rally?
can i be the mpdg?
I'll be the stuntman.
if there's a decent budget
And give me a cameo.
Yesiamaduck could be Pat's cell neighbor that believes he is a duck
can't believe dots tried to take the glory with that second thread. what a ballbag, eh? so glad he'll never read this.
Fuck you, buddy.
I wrote you a tribute song, don't I deserve that much?
based on a Limp Bizkit original.
it was great.
everybody ^thised it.
you posted a Limp Bizkit .gif
. . .
i remember now.
I'll be 'enigmatic guy in faux-leather jacket'. I'll be hanging by the jukebox, flipping a coin and looking nonchalant-yet-dangerous, but with a look of deep, profound emotion in my eyes.
the jukebox is in a bar in the edgy part of the city; kik and pishwig are checking out the joint, on a tip from 'The Laughing Man' (unofficially this is moousee, but shhh don't tell him).
the detective duo approach, wishpig noting the faux-leather of my attire with an undertone of respect. kik asks this ice cold mac about the one they call 'cat_race'; I rebuff his enquiry, 'hey gumshoe, this is a cool joint. how about you snoop around elsewhere?'.
at this point, Eltham strolls over - identical jacket, collar upturned. he greets me with the gang hand gesture.
'look pops, we're just a bunch of hep cats trying to get some kicks. those jive cats walk a different alley. dig?'.
after further casual interrogation leading to frustrating antibants, kik casts a wry, sardonic glance towards wishpig.
a moody horn theme rises as he downs his ale, wishpig waiting in the doorway, murderously staring down middle distance and loudly tapping her foot
Eltham surreptitiously passes a card towards our grizzled antihero. FADE CUT.
we should split the difference between noir and hardboiled.
kik, in an emotionally loaded scene, sitting at the table in his grimey bedsit in vest and pants, tapping morosely at a hardboiled egg (b+w).
Not sure who DiS' house band would resemble, but I'm in, hopefully early enough not to get stuck playing bass.