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Date Posted:02:00:16 02/18/10 Thu Author Host/IP: r74-195-78-151.unknwn.ab.dh.suddenlink.net/18.104.22.168
After reading a big book on spaghetti Westerns, I thought of a scenario for a farce starring, probably, Devon and Alex. Here goes:
Scene: An Old West gambling hall (or, maybe, just a table). Devon and others are playing cards. All wear ponchos and hats, maybe some are smoking cigars. (If SK wanted to try for a bandido look, nobody would mind! ;-)) We don't see anyone's legs, just panning up from the table level. Encino Morricone music in the background.
Alex walks in, in poncho and hat, Clint Eastwood style. We also don't see her below the poncho. We go to a closeup of Devon's eyes as she sees her. Then we go to a closeup of Alex's eyes looking at Devon. Finally back to a shot of Alex, raising her hand resolutely to point at Devon.
ALEX: You're the gal that stole my husband.
DEVON: Yeah, so what?
ALEX: He came back.
Alex dramatically throws aside her poncho, revealing a bikini beneath it. Devon upsets the table, scattering cards and players, and throws off her own poncho, revealing a bikini. All the girls at the table have bikinis under their ponchos. Alex confronts Devon and wrestling ensues.