So there I sat behind my desk as the head of Complex Melon Studios. I had started the company with a hundred million dollars and turned it into a multi-billion dollar company. I sat there smiling to myself. I was cocky, arrogant, but also humble as my many pictures of myself hung on my walls proved. I started looking over some ideas for future movies; perhaps more sequels were in order since the previous sequels of my several series had all done well. Just as I was thinking about it, my main writer burst into my office. Her name was Francis…something-or-other. I’m a busy man, I can’t be bothered to learn names.
She looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Sir, I have a slight complaint, if you would be so kind as to indulge me.”
I nodded and motioned for her to sit down in the chair in front of my desk and she obliged.
I smiled at her and said very sweetly, “What seems to be the problem?”
“It’s your movie summaries, sir, or should I say lack thereof?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Your movie summaries don’t make any sense. Take for example this one script you gave to me not too long ago. You titled it ‘Little Doggy Choo-Choo’ and your movie summary was simply, ‘Da fuq?'”
I chuckled to myself, “Yeah, that’s because I had no idea where that title came from.”
“Right,” she said, still perplexed. “But how am I supposed to write a screenplay when you haven’t given me anything? Is the dog’s name Choo-Choo? How little is he? What does he do? ‘Da fuq?’ is not very helpful.”
“You’re the screenwriter, you make it up.”
“Okay, but how about this one? The third movie in the ‘Deception’ series has the plot summary: ‘No one asked for it…so here you go.’ Do you actually want me to write something here?”
“Of course. I gave you a title, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, a pretty bad title. ‘Deception 3: Deceptiest’? There’s no such word as deceptiest.”
“There is now!” I said, smiling.
“I have another complaint,” she sighed.
“Oh?” I asked, sitting up straight.
“Yes,” she said, “Whenever I give you a script, you always give it to someone else to do slight revisions. Now I don’t necessarily have a problem with that, but, for some reason the entire script winds up being credited to this other guy even though he just did slight touch-ups and I still did basically the entire script.”
“You still get paid, don’t you?”
“Then why do you need the credit? Who cares if it’s credited to you or this other guy? Do you think people actually pay attention to who the screenwriter is?”
“It would be nice to win the award for best screenplay for once, that’s all. When I see that my movie won for best screenplay, and this other guy who did barely any work on it at all is accepting the trophy, it kind of angers me a little.”
“He doesn’t get paid nearly as much as you do, let him have the trophy.”
She sighed and I thought I was done, but just then another screenwriter burst through my door.
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